Colors
The shotgun is too hateful...
The rope, too short...
I'm afraid of heights
I'm sad to report...
All out of pills, wine, and the like...
Don't even have a car as I ponder my hike...
The cold razor is tricky and slow...
I'm not much for watching blood flow...
Guess I'll stay and see it through...
There has to be other colors than gray and blue.
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