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Big man looking ominous,
Pale white boy off the bus,
Time and for a gun or drug;
two run together - and hug!
"I missed you, Dad!" "I you, Son!"
It's to check our world vision.
There's no time for indecision;
It's to check our world vision.

Sometimes, all of consternation
Is just a "pigment" of your
Picked up in some conversation -
a "pigment" of your imagination.

Two dark, evil in their turbans,
Probably this disturbance.
Lots of in the crowd,
Fists are flying, are loud.
Now, is copacetic;
Both guys are paramedics.
I looks can be deceiving;
The bad guys are all leaving.

Sometimes, all of consternation
Is just a "pigment" of your
Picked up in idle conversation -
a "pigment" of your imagination.

A approaching Hispanic ...
pulse races as you panic.
Gotta be of some cartel,
Selling tiny hits from Hell.
He gets than you had planned,
And, a smile, he extends his hand.
Says, "Come November, vote for me."
You his hand and smile sheepishly.

Sometimes, all of our
Is just a "pigment" of our
Picked up in some idle
a pigment of our imagination.