Tapioca Pudding

Cream was the color she wanted

Green was the color she got

Asking for a favor

She realized she had no shot


So she went to the barber

And begged for another redo

Please don’t shave my beard Mr. Arpello,

Because my life is incomplete without you…


She returned home to the ugly green room

Closed her eyes and dreamed of the cream she desired

Only to find herself in the ugly green room

Waiting for the cream she so desired


About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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