APPLE VERSES ORANGE
staring relentlessly.
restless and probing.
intriguing and very,
very demanding.
only bravest of males
dare enter here
and not show fear.
survival rate is low,
extremely so,
for all braves males
foolish enough to try.
if you gotta fart,
leave the room.
if you let a fart and
don't leave the room,
you'll be outside
staring at the moon.
everyone has a pain;
physical, mental, imaginary.
won't mention hallucinations.
that's a whole other game;
game set match.
no home runs here.
spare us the platitudes.
some think: collaborators of sorts.
while many others
spank themselves silly;
as mortality rate rises.
am spanking myself now. I am.
JOHN GRISHAM-GRAY MOUNTAIN.
days fade, as all days must.
only mission each day has
is to fade into tomorrow.
now, tomorrow, this day
fading as all days must.
as repetitive and mind numbing
as this is, this is all of it.
days have little more to offer.
until tomorrow, then.
days fade, as all days must.
only mission each day has
is to fade into tomorrow.
now, tomorrow, this day
fading as all days must.
as repetitive and mind numbing
as this is, this is all of it.
days have little more to offer.
until tomorrow, then.
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