The Color of Slush

Fair weather friend – that’s what you are
Y’all love me when I’m young and new
It’s age discrimination – pure and simple
Because I age fast, quickly changing my hue

But I really don’t change color at all
Cars and trucks leave their dirt and grit
Then smash me down and take away my air
And the midday sun makes me melt a bit

Well, I hate you for just hating my color
It’s not my consistency that chaps your ass
You’d like me if I was more like my cousins
Raspberry slushies are the privileged class

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Linked to dVerse Poets Pub — Poetics: True Colours?

So… let’s leave reality for awhile, slip out of our human bodies and become nothing but a color. Are you there? Great. Now write us a poem.

15 thoughts on “The Color of Slush”

  1. I enjoyed your tongue in cheek piece here Ron. And yes, I prefer a bit of color in my slush — not picky… orange, red, green, blue, yellow — you choose the flavor.

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