Paint is Murder

That sleek red you use to paint the silk robes of the queen’s love ridden bed.

The blue where the whales sing their final notes before plummeting into the abyss.

This green that your daughters and sons stepped on before disappearing.

The yellow of piss left on rich porcelain floors after a chef hangs himself.

The grey and black that is common in every human and intelligent animal.

The white. White is always speckled with some dirt every present in our toxic breaths.




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