colorful me

i hate you from around the world, even as these four wheels rotate

the grim decisions that i make your film creators notate

but here it isn’t pretty, and the smells will punch your brain

for weddings and the deaths arise as fast as moves the train

the wind is still with air so hot, and stale the breath of walkers

the ears don’t hear, the rains don’t fail, abundant sing the talkers.

my anger is as young as time, and envy roots my tree

for none who read these words of mine know one grand thing of me