Albino came through
The hole in the sky
That they call the sun
Albino flew down
On platinum wing
Violet eyes did see
She was incredibly lucky
Albino wanted
To have a thirst
To be the leader of the pack
She tried
With all her might
She cried
In her mirth
Albino had got the sack
Now she’s dyed her hair
So no one at her stares
Behind those glasses
Young men make passes
For love?
She doesn’t have the time
Spent creating
Nonsense-nursery rhymes
What makes her reach
Come again
Sweet smell of bleach
Soon will, for sooth
’Twas meant to be
White as snow and ice and sugar
Damn!
© Martin Slidel 2018 (1987)
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