Colorful Disarray

Colorful Disarray

A Poem by Tasha

Red is the color of anger

It was the color that symbolized the gangsters

They were furious because they couldn't get answers

Members of another crew made a transfer

You can't believe the trouble that occurred

Everyone's heads were vaguely blurred

The words of everyone were vaguely slurred

Everyone involved felt as if they had been stirred

So, in this condition found was the gangsters

Who wore the color red to symbolize their anger


Orange is the color of hunger

In a way it resembled that helpless gunner

Who went to jail, and there was no wonder

Many places he took the time to plunder

Out of all of the other prisoners, he was younger

He had to steal and murder to get a good night of slumber

Immediately, he was placed in a cell with a bunker

Now, he was in a place with a lot of suffering

A person who had barely anything to eat was a helpless gunner

Who wore the orange jumpsuit that symbolized his hunger


Yellow is the color of happiness

The opposite of the lady in the yellow dress

Her foul spirit was full of nastiness

Her scowling face looked a dreadful mess

Everyone felt her ghastliness

Her face showed a great dealing of stress

She was unhappy, I had guessed

Something clearly was making her depressed

But yet, she wore that beautiful yellow dress

Whose color was yellow which is happiness


Green is the color of envy

The lady in the dress was the least bit friendly

Inside her she was in a bit of a frenzy

Though her insides felt as though she were empty

She was jealous of her neighbor whose husband was a gentry

She didn't have anyone who would hold her so gently

Maybe there was something she had to do differently

And so she watched her neighbor intently

To her next door neighbor she wasn't a bit friendly

Because she was to occupied with being green with envy


Blue is the color of being sad

The police uniform was always worn by a man who was mad

To onlookers it was as if the man was never glad

For himself he always felt bad

His children was in no way proud of their dad

They hoped that his attitude wouldn't cause a fad

To their dismay, it in fact had

He was responsible for why his neighborhood went bad

And to this day the man is still mad

His favorite color is blue, and the man is always sad


Purple is the color of being worried

There was a crowd of cars in front of the woman who hurried

To her daughter's accident she scurried

At the funeral the daughter was buried

Ever since, the woman was wearied

Ever since, to everyone she queried

Her mind was always flurried

Her expression was always harried

For the rest of her life the woman was in a hurry

To escape the effects of all of her worry

© 2013 Tasha


Author's Note

Tasha
In my opinion, I don't think that this is that good because of the way that I wanted it to rhyme, but I shared it anyway. If you have a difference of opinion, then I'll be glad to hear it!

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