The best of days are still at fault
The worst ones still do shimmer
The best of people do have flaws
The worst just shine and glimmer
The greatest pets are loyal
But the worst don't run away
The dead and emotionless
have been forced, condemned to be this way
The glossy ones are superficial
Their lives are just too fake
Or maybe they're just trying to escape reality
The famous explorers, Conquistadors
Demon, devil, angel the same
The court preaches justice
but judges at grand distaste
The sun we bathe in
How we glow
How it harms us with its rays
The ocean we love
The breeze we take
How they salt our wounds and throw sand in our face
The cookies we grab
The cakes that we bake
How extra calories are nightmares these days!
How the perfect fit isn't money or ways
Origins, cultures, preferences, games
Today it means perfect in every which trait
How looks can be sexy
cute, beautiful, large
gorgeous, graceful, elegant, scarred
Such precision in word choice
Aren't we all driven crazy
All beautiful, lovely things
Suddenly cold, grey, and hazy
They say pink is gold
And gold is pink
But pink is black
And black is a sphinx
Or rather a crow on a dark autumn day
Or your favorite little dress of yesterday?
Or maybe a panther in the foreign swamp, exotic savanna?
Clearly, black is not gold
But then, hey you never know
Reminds me of some points in history
Oh yea, that's right
Slavery
So when your life seems too simple or rather too much
Pick it apart
Ponder
As such
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A beautiful poem. Thank you!