Prejudice

I don't like the taste of lima beans or turnip greens, a meat eater you know

Love women in tight fitting jeans dainty figurines, like a woman for show

I don't like the rude or the lewd, I prefer warm weather to snow

Want my furniture nailed not glued not renewed, want it to last for years to go

Color is at home in the viewer's eye telling a lie as is beauty too

A sad mirror reflects in a tear and sigh of an inverted cry, no longer blue 

A drop of thought caught from what we were taught filters through

Intoxication not willed but distilled blurs beauty in the world we view