Ventricles and spectacles, testicles and obstacles,

Onomatopoeia has that crash, boom, bang.

The Sun always rises in the East, in the East;

The meat is always carved before the feast.

Blue is the colour:

Of sorrow.

Of the sky.

But colours never answer the question:

Why?

Alleviate and deviate, masturbate and conjugate,

Metaphors and similes, like a murder, or a gang.