Litmus

papered dipstick of today's measure will words be too acidic or too base budding our tongues to sour or pleasure a tinge of breath exhaled paper chase our empathy in hues of blues, our anger bright crimson of hot-blooded emotion hypothalamic firings line up with danger counterbalancing truer feelings of devotion emotions of one or all together as a whole governed by what lies deep in our brains unable for our free will to take control so logically, we're helpless to abstain both in-the-pink and pie-in-the-blue-skies measure of our civility, as always, applies © Goode Guy 2011-11-04