I dedicate a color to my dearest friends and family
Who, so solemnly and nicely dressed come visit me
I must confess, I feel like Gena might
Upon her opening night
And so, the hounding begins
A sudden crack on the shins
Whip stinging, say, "Oh, hello
You look like someone I know"
Fiery red, I give my mom
My dad, transparent, he is gone
My sisters, I give black and white
And guys I hate, well, fuck 'em bright
My friends get shades of blue
And ginger green to you
While sniggering up your sleeve
A kid, a joke, just like wee
Guys in a schoolyard, aged five
The baddest honcho alive
Track down your friends to a bar
Trace over steps in a car
Say, that's a pretty excuse
Make mine a pineapple juice
Bugbears are plenty round here
Give him a clip on the ear
Says, dad in front of TV
Decide channel randomly
I feel something coming on
A funny turn or a wrong decision made casually
Like dad in front of TV, regurgitation and goo
Ten squillion eyes watch
As you put up a pretty good fight
On this, your opening night
On this, your opening night
On this, your opening night
On this, your opening night
On this, your opening night
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