Six people were born: <br />three pink, two blue, and one yellow <br />like a jaundiced newborn's <br />ass... <br /> <br />There were more pink people, <br />rulers of this great nation, <br />controlling valentine's day <br />and cosmetics counters. <br /> <br />The pink had the ability to turn <br />blue people's offspring <br />somewhat purple, they could <br /> <br />transform the last of the surviving yellow <br />into agent orange. <br />Discouraging, especially since <br />the frail yellow boy sat in a corner <br />holding his flute between his legs.<br /><br />MARINA GIPPS<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/planet-of-six/
