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I dedicate a colour to

my dearest friends and family who

so solemnly and nicely dressed

come visit me, I must confess

I feel like Gena might

upon her opening night

Fiery red I give my momAnd so the hounding begins


my dad transparant he is gonea sudden crack on
the shins

my sisters I give black and whitewhip stinging
say oh hello

and guys I hate well fuck 'em bright you look
like someone I know

my friends get shades of bluewhile sniggering up
your sleeve

and ginger green to youa kid a joke just like we

guys in a schoolyard aged five

the baddest honcho alive

track down your friends to a bar

trace over steps in a car

say that's a pretty excuse

make mine a pineapple juice

bugbears are plenty round here

give him a clip on the ear

says dad infront of TV

decide channel randomly

I feel something coming on

a funny turn or a wrong

decision made casually

like dad infront of the TV

regurgitation and goo

ten squillion eyes watch as you

put up a pretty good fight

on this your opening night

on this your opening night

on this your opening night

on this your opening night

on this your opening night