My Favorite Color Is Paisley

Paris Green is the sound of me dreaming out loud The color surrounds me profoundly astounds me It's emerald hue keeps my thoughts aroused With poison it's laced And has no odor or taste Which make’s it difficult For someone to trace Rumors persist Van Gogh would insist And couldn't resist eating paint Although he only ate the color yellow. They say it made him happy inside. But they obviously lied if true tell why he would decide To cut of an ear and commit suicide This gives me cause To take a pause And examine my choice for flaws I'm indecisive and lazy Clinically diagnosed as crazy I’m changing my favorite color to paisley. Judge Santiago Burdon. ©2018