That dude can taste colors

   
   "That dude can taste colors"
   
Fabricating and freakishly forging, all over and within him, a flowery design,
Not to be adorned like a lady or a mime,
Yet to imbibe the energy into his quicker-working salivary gland,
Healing his wilted and withered frame, taking a brilliant-hued stand;
Indeed, this is a type of sparkly meditation,
Used in many a metaphysical nation,
Like in the States, where the underground does read urban fantasy,
Returning to a time when pissing in the potted plants after a sixer equals suburban free.