A little poem to the four little fucking tigers

My hatred little tigers
You are not mine
You were all copied
I own your colours,
but not your shapes.
Pollock helped me to improve you
Uoh how I love the six basic colours…
Uoh how I hate black, white, grey and brown
Little tigers,
smile to your viewers,
coz’ u can all be sure,
your colours are making them smiling too.