On Wednesday the bus ride was full of ladies in pink
elephants in pink
A girl in yellow crashed through the roof. No pink, like, say
a lemon in a bouquet of roses, vomiting over the golden floors.
The King would faint.
The economy crashed, and you got to wear pink, the ladies in pink say.
New billboard has new commitments:
coping in pink, screaming in pink, weeping in pink
You could, the girl in yellow says.
Yellow was later designated public enemy No.1,
ladies in pink began to advocate for
old metaphors & overused colors & cleanliness
the rest of Dvorak's symphonies looked on doubtfully.
On Thursday the girl in yellow tripped down the stairs
On Thursday the ladies in pink died of a heart attack
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