Red Bite


This is my take on the world
The fruits of love, freshly picked, try to take over the house
They are mockery and rowdy
I move quietly not to create a fuss
But they have a strong sensibility inside their seeds
And they seductively shine asking for a bite
They want to make a mess, to stain my bed
They want me to be constantly overfed

Oh, fruits, I really don’t care about you
About your treacherous stalks and your conspiracy talks
I don’t mind you try to diminish my ways
When hungriness strikes me
I fear you’ll have nothing left to say.

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