The apple in your palm,
Spin it round,
Ask yourself odd questions,
if your lucky enough these strange strings of sylables will envoke your wonder.
Does the apple know its real?
Your adolecent allegory, comprary to a stunted Plato.
Is the apple real?
Am I the apple?
Now we're getting somewhere.
Sit in a field in mid-day sun,
alone because classes and people are no fun.
Inhale a puff of coconut remorse.
Exhale. Repeat as needed.
Cut off all your friends and fall in love with all the wrong people.
Then, run back to your friends, tail between your legs,
they're used to and tired of your antics by now.
Take your pills.
Take your pills, more than the doctor said.
Take your pills.
Hide them under your tounge (don't take your pills)
Cut your long brown hair.
The one you never cut?
Yeah, do it for your not the girl who grew it.
You cut it for her and bury it in your graveyard-closet.
Lastly, write terrible poems about terrible people (like yourself).
Read them to people who dont care.
Agrandizise your ego and claim your own philosophy.
You are your own begining and end.
P.S. Don't eat that apple, you'll get fat.
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 3:09 PM UTC
The apple in your palm,
Spin it round,
Ask yourself odd questions,
if your lucky enough these strange strings of sylables will envoke your wonder.
Does the apple know its real?
Your adolecent allegory, comprary to a stunted Plato.
Is the apple real?
Am I the apple?
Now we're getting somewhere.
Sit in a field in mid-day sun,
alone because classes and people are no fun.
Inhale a puff of coconut remorse.
Exhale. Repeat as needed.
Cut off all your friends and fall in love with all the wrong people.
Then, run back to your friends, tail between your legs,
they're used to and tired of your antics by now.
Take your pills.
Take your pills, more than the doctor said.
Take your pills.
Hide them under your tounge (don't take your pills)
Cut your long brown hair.
The one you never cut?
Yeah, do it for your not the girl who grew it.
You cut it for her and bury it in your graveyard-closet.
Lastly, write terrible poems about terrible people (like yourself).
Read them to people who dont care.
Agrandizise your ego and claim your own philosophy.
You are your own begining and end.
P.S. Don't eat that apple, you'll get fat.