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

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

Two dark, dudes 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 a "pigment" of your imagination
Picked up in idle conversation -
a "pigment" of your imagination.

A fast Hispanic ...
Your pulse as you panic.
Gotta be part of cartel,
Selling those tiny from Hell.
He closer than you had planned,
And, a smile, he extends his hand.
Says, "Come November, vote for me."
You shake his and smile sheepishly.

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