It's true, it's true, it's true

I do look kind of blue,
perhaps it's that tint,
your photoshop filter game me,
or that glaring look - as you peered out from behind those sunglasses.

Blue used to mean sad,
or sexy or glad,
or some sort of Shakespearean saga,
that ill fated lovers had.

But I've got the tool,
that makes me want to fool,
all those who expose,
those dirty old prose,
and equip my arsenal with my nose.

August 11, 2003 in Poetry | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack