An eye dyed
The color black
Glares at me
From the side window.
I'm holding
A thing
Of orange juice and
I hate orange juice
But the eye dyed
The color black
Is indifferent
To my feelings.
It, they, the eye dyed
The color black
Only cares about
What I do
And, I presume,
Why I do it for reasons
The eye
Will never
Admit.
Answering why,
Would only
Make them
Us.
Dec 2, 2021
Dec 2, 2021 at 2:27 AM UTC
An eye dyed
The color black
Glares at me
From the side window.
I'm holding
A thing
Of orange juice and
I hate orange juice
But the eye dyed
The color black
Is indifferent
To my feelings.
It, they, the eye dyed
The color black
Only cares about
What I do
And, I presume,
Why I do it for reasons
The eye
Will never
Admit.
Answering why,
Would only
Make them
Us.