Goth Pink

I should be happy,
I have the day off
In memory of the King.
"Thank you very much".

At least these words are black.
My soul is somehow
Black on Pink.
And for what?

Did I have a dream?
Did I ride the bus?
I don't even talk the talk,
Much less walk the walk.

Instead, my electronically removed
unnaturally redheaded friend
Is getting paid to waste her time
trying to keep me sane.

Or at least "not harmful to others"