Dirty White

We all make a stain in life,

Whether our mind or our shirt,

Sometimes it is multicol0red,

As in this paint collage,

We do not know how to control it,

Or if we should for that matter,

It is such a fickle remedy,

Pass it on this fateful paradox,

Coupled by a therapy that is both colorful and bright,

Wear a bib if you can't be clean about it,

The bib will thank you for your hard-earned cleanliness,

And so, the parody continues,

As we slip into another day of top rocket science,

That I call a foreign language in society.