Suicidal Papaya
I, pretty texture
On the rising tree
Roofing through the Puffs:
A blue float
O, insane leaves
Dangling at the end of life's plank
And yet their sad joy heaves
Flowing through the breeze
My, o my
Did they suicide jump
Winding on the bed
Of sleeping lumps
Dear Papa
You better tell mama
That lazy brother
Wasn’t bothered to use a gun
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