Odd Ball.

Wallace

A sky coloured pink.

A sun coloured black.

Makes my green eyes blink.

And my dark thoughts think.

At the pink sky i look back.

And the black sun, light and heat it does lack.

I scratch my baldy head.

And go home to my wife and mistress filled bed.

I wake in the morning and i am all alone.

The pink sky and black sun, my wife and my mistress all mysteriously have gone.

 

  • Author: Wallace (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 16th, 2017 01:33
  • Category: Unclassified
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