Catastrophe


Catastrophic I am named,
I'm not sure why.
Sure I do have a odd style,
I’m not going to lie.
But I won’t apologize,
Why would I?
For how does it affect you?
I won’t say sorry for loving the color blue,
And all of nature’s colors,
In all their forms.
Oh!, do I just love going against the norms,
But why it’s a burden?
Don’t ask me,
I’m too busy being the most elegant,
Catastrophe.

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