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

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

Two dark, evil in their turbans,
Probably this disturbance.
Lots of in the crowd,
are flying, voices are loud.
Now, everything is
these guys are paramedics.
I guess can be deceiving;
The bad guys are all leaving.

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

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

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