RB (02/24/86 / Milwaukee, Wisconsin)

A Good Orange

Juicy orange come to me with
Your bright color and rough
Skin. As I peel off your bright skin
A sweet fragrance came through
My mouth and nose, as I stop
Peeling I bit into your juicy
Yellowish blood runs down
My chin so slow, sweet sticky
Juice on my hand as your
Flesh lay on top of the trash

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Comments (1)

That sounds reelly freaky Randy, but it's a very good poem.