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

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Splendid use of interior rhymes here, Soren. It seems to me, though, that the examples you have listed are preferences, because they affect no one but yourself. Also, in my experience, intoxication distilled improves some things. For instance, I could deal with Trump's speeches much better after several glasses of dry red.

[Soren]

Thanks so much John I deeply appreciate your read and comment. Your keen eye has indeed picked out the difference between prejudice and preference unfortunately in this politically correct world the two are becoming blurred and our preferences are becoming dictated and labeled as prejudices. Soon we will be told who we should choose as a mate not out of what is best for our wishes but what is best for society