The Phony Express

The Inanimate beckons our senses enveloping subconscious wants Colors intoxicating our eyes Gold fish eat to their glutinous death ten thousand candles on a muffin Each one differs with sparkling wicks Each one's light is a choice word The phony express, you pay fro a ride to nowhere The colors laugh, "you fools" A sickening sweetness, Causes an overdose They throw darts at a choice dictionary Where it lands, it then launches another after another In a basket they put the gaudy elite words, then toss them on the page The azure ocean Embraces opium heavens Psychedelic sunsets, Obsidian octaves caress them Rainbows fighting for a bed Pompous Nightingales never give it a rest Such is a poem so overdressed