Stripes
I met a boy
He saw purple and red stripes
He told me a story
About how his fist
Was always kissing bricks
And as romantic as it was
He had to quit
So instead
He spread a story about himself
In magenta, black and elf felt green
And he said
“To be honest with you
Oh never mind”
And I wanted to see his story book
Which he promised to bring
But like it always goes in story books
One of us never showed
Only this time
I am the character that had to let him down
Even though it’s not in my character
I hope the boy
That sees purple and red stripes
Forgives me
Because I liked his stories
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