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 the sky.
But colours never answer the question:
Alleviate and deviate, masturbate and conjugate,
Metaphors and similes, like a murder, or a gang.
The world is always changing: getting bigger, getting smaller,
People stay the same, full of rage, but maybe taller.
I am wise but I am simple, I am smart but I am dumb,
But at least I’ve come to realise that I’m not the only one.