Old Zest

I sat on the side of an orange
Contemplating what it would be like to die
No where does it say
I can’t enjoy a zesty death

You thought I’d come back
Didn’t you
Well I don’t have enough time
To free your soul
I know I’m being greedy but
Not Just anyone can bring me ’round
To the land of the living without
Proper compensation

I haven’t left my thoughts in years
It’s cozy inside my think-box
I never have company
The way I see it
I’m well enough company for myself


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