Yellow Paint
Well, all the yellow paint that you consume
Will not paint happiness inside you.
A splash of paint on your internal organs
Will not brighten up you like it brightens up your walls,
And it will not cover up the stain of despair
That a thousand towels could not mop away.
They will always think you’re mad
For swallowing something so toxic,
And they will always call you stupid for trying
Something that will never work.
You cannot paint the walls of your internal organs,
Despite all the paint that you consume:
Yellow or not, it will never make you happy;
It will only make it worse.
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