Prejudice

I don't like the taste of lima beans or turnip greens, a meat eater you know
Love women in tight fitting jeans dainty figurines, like a woman for show
I don't like the rude or the lewd, I prefer warm weather to snow
Want my furniture nailed not glued not renewed, want it to last for years to go

Color is at home in the viewer's eye telling a lie as is beauty too
A sad mirror reflects in a tear and sigh of an inverted cry, no longer blue 
A drop of thought caught from what we were taught filters through
Intoxication not willed but distilled blurs beauty in the world we view