The Yellow Jounrey

The Yellow Journey

You sit
on the
chair

And call
out the
orders

For the
cake

And the
cherries

A few
bottles
of champagne

And some
golden
skin

Ohh what
a Life

In which
you lavish

Then the
boredom

Takes you
far to
the village

In which
you see
poverty

And nakedness
which makes
you yellow

From your
bright red
days

Caution: This might be all theory

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