Black Toyota

Rotten fruit

Squishin’ through

My fingers

My fingers, it

 

Rotten fruit

Squishing through

My fingers

It lingers on

 

I can taste the lycopene

That’s running down my face

I can feel the little seeds

And red juice get in my eye

 

Can someone here please

Move their black Toyota

That’s blocking the parking lot?

It might appear I care

Just one iota

Of playing my stupid part

 

Can someone here please

Move their black Toyota

That’s blocking the parking lot?

It might appear I care

Just one iota

Of playing my stupid part