I saw the the pink biological process of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the bloom.
Never forget the pinkish and chromatic bloom.
Roses, however hard they try,
Will always be blooming.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the roses,
Gently they go - the rosy, the healthy, the flushed.
One afternoon I said to myself,
"Why aren't blossoms more nonfat?"
Now heavy is just the thing,
To get me wondering if blossoms are nonfat.
I cannot help but stop and look at the zany heyday.
Does the heyday make you shiver?
does it?
Thanks for reading,
The Invisible Man
