Violet

Elder Sensitive, the proceedings are underway,
There are people of all ages, and all colors
There is violet.

Violet reeks of horny asanine,
Hates the way we find her all alone
Takes what she needs, but gives it back,
Dolls out the chips, and is rich as chocolate.

Violet is your daughter, Elder Sensitive,
The cherished youth of your seniority,
Why have you not given her the attention,
Why have you sent her on her way.

Violet is but a bud,
Seething on the end of all of humanity
Being pregnant for us,
Living up to the in's and out's of society.

Elder Sensitive, Violet has gone missing,
The window hangs ajar,
As does her beautiful face, in the river of time.