Charlotte Ballard

Confession Of A Color Addict - Poem by Charlotte Ballard

They're coming!
Run for cover.
Crusading colors are on the rampage.
Here comes pitiful parading purple
Two big blobs
Are stuck on my knees
Rip-roaring Red is running wild
Whew, I'm glad
That one missed me.
A smidgen of guilty-green
Is gnawing at my ankle
Birdy Blue has flown
Through my first line defenses
And built a nest in my Belly button
Boring Black has kidnaped
My napping brain
I never knew when Oily Orange hit me.
If you ever go to the state hospital
And see someone covered with colors,
For it's me.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 7, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 8, 2011

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