Pretty Pink

I'm not sure, but i might have possibly liked pink when i was, say, two months old and the rubber nipple on my bottle fascinated me. nowadays, i'm still magnetized by some leftover Pink Intuition to anythin fuschia-tinted or metalic. i like navy blue/block jeans, metalic nail polish, and t-shirts that are preferably black and/or Whatever (r) brand. but those shrill-voiced pip squeaks who run around in frilly miniature heels and PINk sashed-bll gowns have me runnin or the lavaratory becasue i wanna retch my kidneys out. in fact, here's a next-to-stupid poem (i'm still unfamiliar with the types) that i submitted to DA.

Pink is Puke

Pastel's fine,
Peach's okay.
Dessert's good if it's Rasperry Flambe.
But...

Neee-on makes me screech!
Hhhot belongs to the beach!
Prom-dresses come in other colors, here i'll send ya a link.
Pink!?

It's p-u-k-e, all puke.
Never worn by a Duke.
neither on a Lord, or a King,
Those guys only have crinkly sopasuds behind a screen.

Pink makes my eyes burn,
The kind that's stretched tight over girls,
I see that and i stumble down and retch,
I'd rather see a horror sketch.

Pink is puked when it's missused.
It's missused when a newspaper's issued.
A newspaper's issued every day,
They trash pink, oh, pink, what CAN i say!?

now THAT is overoly stupid, but i'm not deleting it, because i hardly ever back out of anything. oh, and, if you want my deviantart page, it's full of Metajets shit. absolutley only until PG-13, NO porn. i might give it to you. but time will tell.