-original-
don't dye my oranges mandarin
in tangerine marshmallow
squish
an orange by any other name
is not a bandanna
to fling me through
the epsom salts bath
of your fraudulent claims
slingshot stones
to break your own reflection
grab the inseam of
your manly pants to
drown you in excruciation
puffed up vernacular
visions of pomp
and pitiful delusions
of greatness
hell bent into shape
stuff the creativity
into a box of bogus
acceptability
amidst the learned and
lame brain bang of
your voice
sacred scream
of cliche
reeks its own trite
and untruth
in paperdoll cutouts
of the elite critique
Wham, bam
thank you ma'am
stuff your pockets
with my cash
and tell me
it's worth a damn because
you say so
you
drip dung and
bendover philosophy
ewe
follow the crowd
of social stigma
cattle prodded into
submission to
satisfactory ideas
weed out the riff raff
leave us with aught
but black or white
and pretend they
are colors of the rainbow
no
don't dye my blues azure
and tell me it's the fitting hue
berry black
to hack the lack
of imaginations
in proper poets
you might accidentally
prove yourself original
then what will you do?