Pink

Life is better with pink.
I don't care what em traitors think.
Without this colour life would stink.
I'm writing, I use ink.
Its pink.

I went to school, saw a pink poodle,
Her name was noodle,
I came home, she's in my doodle,
I'm writing, I use ink.
It's pink.

If roses were a shade of blue,
Would they spread their sexist flu,
For pink ain't a colour anybody can chew,
I'm writing, I use ink.
It's pink.
If pink doesn't suit you punch the dude,
Who called you a looser, he's rude.
Pink ain't the colour we exclude.
I'm writing, I use ink.
It's pink.

Pink ain't a colour for women,
It's the colour of those who are chicken,
Who can fuck you up, put you in prison.
I'm writing, I use ink.
It's pink.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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