As if art is good
at what it is.
As if bad was all
the rage.
And evil is doing
what it does next.
As if over
some itch.
And these purple flowers,
shadowy scratch-
pasted to this scabbed up wall.
With all the rainy karaoke
our world could ever want.
As if your colors
are to root for.
And the mud is so deep.
So wet.
It keeps the elbows dancing.
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