Reality
That is exactly what was stated.
As simple as can be found .
Three times three is nine .
It happens every time.
So , you want to throw in the color blue.
That is just not what we do .
Maybe it’s tricky business.
The devil loaned his mind to you .
Everyone is happy as it stands.
Our side is quite content.
The ocean lingers on the horizon .
Off to white fluffy sand .
Well devil , yiu we’re right about the blue.
Thats just an ocean for you .
Nine was the quotient of that day .
It Wont work out any other way .
This poem is about:
Me