Purpleman
My mood is purple today.
A pinch of chilly, a slap of icy rain.
The kind of mood you silently curse.
When it knocks the sextant from your self-worth.
My mood is purple today.
So, you'll say hello to me first.
Or there'll be no fake cordial at all.
This purpleness will soon pass...hopefully.
Like wind ripples in green whorls of grass.
But for now, give me a sliver of space.
Stay clear of my vibrating horn.
The one with dried blood in its thorn.
I'll stay chained to my pen for most of the day.
If you want to communicate,
click like a dolphin from a distant bay.
My mood is purple today.
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