Catastrophe of Sorts
Where were you when we lost control
and all these colors came out of the hole
The hole that was a result of a lack of attention
by all those present who we will not mention
It was cause for alarm and really quite distressing
The fact we survived is truly a blessing
I remember looking around, you were nowhere to be seen
and it was just at that moment red leapt upon green
Blue teamed with purple and made a move for the door
so I started drawing lines and connected them all to the floor
An artist's work is truly never quite done
If you can't control your colors they will all just run
Keep a hand on your brush and lids on your paints
With no holes in your canvas you should have no complaints
Musing on the image
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