pink;jobA Poem by h d e rushinpink Job: I had a girl who, from a newborn child, loved pink. So now I love pink. I have a pair of pink pants. Some pink shoes. A pair of pink Scooby Doo headphones (willed to me). The neighbor girl wears her hair in a pink bob. Sometimes the outline of night is pink. There was pink in my brother-in-laws casket. The pathologist showed us the model of the healthy pink lung. His was not that color. The insides of 93 percent of the vertebrates on the planet earth is pink . I don't think I like frogs much. But don't they burrow in the mud and sand in their neo-Darwinian mornings with pink vertebrate on their sticky tongues. I went to Washington DC with my folks where the declaration of independence was under a glass casing. The years had turned the corners of the document pink. Oh s**t! The dove bar swimming in this tub of soil and excretory skin is slavishly devoted to washing me pink. Pink hospital gowns are worn by the women who bring my towel. © 2015 h d e rushinReviews
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