Classic Poem

One always lives life in pink
Youth that never ends,
Second child less morose,
Neither wishes nor superfluous regrets.
Unaware ebb and flow,
This wise for which nothing moves
Instinctive reign as a phallus.
But I see life in red.

The other ratiocinate and gloss
On unresolved modes,
Weighing, weighing everything
Hands gourds heavy calluses.
Would have to time as more
To venture out of his moves.
The world is gray to recluse.
But I see life in red.

Him this time, he dares around
Throw well desired looks,
But, what his eye arises
It infuriates where you more,
Eye philanthropists chubby;
While it looks black, blank or gouge,
Men, bus wine, read books.
But I see life in red.

SENDING

Prince and princess go, elected
In triumph by the road where I
Trime ruts in slope.
But I see life in red.