I talk in them
in shades of mediocrity.
They resound in bounds
of hypocrisy.

I walk in them
in shades of magenta.
They hold me snug
as a placenta.

I balk at them
in shades of brown.
They cut me
as a thorny crown.

I mock at them
in shades of trees.
They leave me stuffy
as a sneeze.