Magenta

Two devilishly distinct,

Blend in shades of paint:

Mulberry blue, fuchsia pink,

Assaulting my bedroom walls.

Most unpleasant above it all,

Appearing out of sync.

I'm appalled!

I felt saddened for the wall.

The manner in which the colors befallen,

Now without the liquid portion,

The pigments and binder had surfaced.

Spread in sooner spreading rumor,

Darkened with a lagging sense of humor!

Malignant as a tumor,

Grown to reveal a zit.

I suspect an expensive cost for this,

Primer lurking beneath the etch!

I find it hard to think!

I'm trying hard to blink!

Sneering like I'm smelling stink.

Magenta, Magenta,

Is it mauve or is it crimson?

Is there a similarity?

What's the polarity?

It's hard to tell the difference.

In violet light, it compliments a darker shade of green.

If it is to settle in, then settle in is all,

If it is to dye, then dye, and get it on.

I refused to be seduced,

And the least bit amused.

First time I'd seen it.

Last time I deemed it,

Too crowded for my space,

Too licentious for my taste.

The problem is a meddlesome,

Harmful hue in blue.

A ruthless run of red,

Must be repainted immediately.