The Rotting Fruit
A ripe fruit is like a ripe mind
A mind is a delicious grape sublime
Juicy with thought, reveling with grit
The core shall one never spit
Ripe fruits and ripe minds are all the same
They fall from trees to play life's game
Though when rotten, one creates
While one continues to decay
So suck the fruit dry
Succumb to the lie
That your mind (laughing)
Is ripe, ripe and so well fed
Because in passing time it will soon be
Dead
A mind is a delicious grape sublime
Juicy with thought, reveling with grit
The core shall one never spit
Ripe fruits and ripe minds are all the same
They fall from trees to play life's game
Though when rotten, one creates
While one continues to decay
So suck the fruit dry
Succumb to the lie
That your mind (laughing)
Is ripe, ripe and so well fed
Because in passing time it will soon be
Dead
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