The hours roll to a hiccupping halt,
Like pompous cops flouting the law.
Rules are bending to break;
They only ever were words on a page.
Words get stuck on peanut butter tongues,
Like that poisoned well of buried guilt.
Safe-boxes harbor fear with protection,
What’s locked in doesn’t want to come out.
Lies are yellow, envy green, and anger red;
Spectrums, like life, bleed and blend.
A hue today can wash away;
Is difference created, or meaning made?
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