Welcome to my home,
Have a look around…
What is this? my guests stammered.
Reds, blues, greens, yellows--
Where do you keep all the blacks?
And the grays, where do you hide those?
This is just where I live, I said.
No, they said, this is just too much.
I had no idea.
If you want our advice,
Don't get involved in that Hope business.
It doesn't sell.
And it's just bad taste!
Stick to Frustration. You're good at that.
And don't even think about Love poems.
You'd make an ass of yourself.
Or worse. Don't
If you know what's good for you.
Don't dare. Don't.
I nodded till they'd gone,
And after quietly shutting the door,
Before doing something untoward.
Nathan Woods, editor/overlord