Untitled(The Next One's Quite Good) Poem by Nathan Pigott

I hate Pink
I hate purple/i hate it when people
talk about the colours they like
because in the end they're
all the same.
whose to blame
for all the war and conflict -
well its not me so it must be you
and i've never heard of you so
you can't exist.
I hate the mist
that gathers around my back (rud) yard(kipling)
well it wasn't there in the evening&i didn't put
it there so its your fault.(i can@t see anything)
How about you?