Vertigo

Imagine the roads had no more lines,
books words were all in german,
The sun left behind the yellow,
And barrels all ran out of bourbon.

Imagine the stop lights became purple, 
The morning started at night,
Mother’s ran with wild horses,
And pigs flew around like kites.

It’s not that this would happen,
But the frantic idea that it would,
For why should all stay the same,
Just because someone says it should.

If money wasn’t worth a dime,
But monkeys all could sing,
The world might be in havoc,
And the view would be a funny thing.

For minds are made of sponges,
They seek challenge brought to light,
And to close minded individuals,
A poem such like this is just not quite right.