Pink, Think Poem by John Sensele

Pink, don't sink
To a low ebb
When clarity and clairvoyance link
Superstition and sensation to the site of a harmful herb.

Pink, don't blink
When a caustic carrot
Dangled dangerously make you think
You've excised from your life all the rot.

Pink, don't wink
When you perceive the emerald eye
Of a cyclone meant to stink
As a nimble nymph knots your troubadour tie.

Pink, don't drink
From a cup meant to hijack
Your thought processes as you clink
Glasses with a courtesan quack.