Pot Helps pt. 20

I refuse with grace the corrupt philter from your RGB eyes
I despise
Naifs and Fops, all of whom counter my cries
and they often win
with few syllables
rejecting any notion of peace or goodwill as sin
and too voluble
but I am unshaken,
a cosmopolite of deaths and awakenings,
sometimes stuck,
the dynamic is amazing,
because I maintain a Chthonic mind full of both peace and hating.
so patiently waiting, smelling the view
a summer day's clarity which might prove to be too good to be true,
to change the brainwashing message you send with your three eyes:
the Red, Green and Blue.