Lend me an ear,
before you start thinking,
which tint comes next
Mis Write said, winking,
using two fingers
as she was talking,
to skim tome
by home phone,
–practically
walking–
The first clue
for this hue–
I’ve already told you,
it’s the same color ribbon
tied for our soldiers,
the shade of the Brick Road
that leads you to Oz,
this card
(in ball yards)
gives players pause.
The stain of the jersey
at Tour de France
that’s lately
disgraced
by blood-doping Lance,
The wash of the Hack
Checkers detest,
besides what–
–its scared guts
keep cowards dressed.
It’s Fever,
& Stone Parks,
and tabloid reporting,
–where facts
are X factors–
and therefore distorted,
it stimulates thought
& shows paper’s age,
since pages
in stages,
deteriorate.
There’s no more
to co–lore
Mis Write decided,
abandoning tome
to tick facts she’d cited,
flipping her Ipod
to lyric specific,
the mellowest
–yellowest–
hint yet, to cinch it.
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