“The colours of the rainbow

so pretty in the sky”

The colours of my jocks lying

on a bench

Uncovered by shutters

Unarmed waiting snakes

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Too clean to congo

Too late to be vague

Cos reality is a disease

And all must please

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The Society blisters

The eventful sleaze

Wrapped in iron bars

Closed behind doors

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The sky is different

Some grey ugly war

Between insanity

And the reason

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Parlours of goodbye

Never needed teasin’

Instinctive beginning

Call for hollow ends

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Ending of the path

To another life rend

Yes, there may be colours

Stilled + on the page

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After all disasters

The sky is still the sage

Of whispered prayers

And balderdash gods

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Only in the inequality

The grey is in the odds

we play the game

and welcome tears as friends.