Strictly a monstrosity, chemical atrocity
Forgive my rank verbosity and overscrupulocity
As I express my animosity
For this set of hideous dyes
That make me want to bleach my eyes.
Your hues are garish and nightmarish
I have no clue who would cherish
Such an evil that should perish
From the realm of all humanity
Without an ounce of sympathy.
We know that God makes no mistakes
So unless you grace a bird or snake
Your existence induces heads to ache
The reason man should never take
Creation into his own hand
(I'd rather all my sticky notes be bland.)
M. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books.