Oh banana peel,
your colors vibrant and fluctuating.
The 3-D spots of speckled brown,
deep and pure,
yellow and sun sprayed,
swaying in the trees,
lackadaisical in manner.
Oh banana peel,
protect you from our bile.
If i could have a peel of my own,
a comfy womb;
yellow and sweet.
I too would sway in the trees
lackadaisical in manner.
The Sunday, sun spray sprawled across,
my green to yellow to brown,
my sour to sweet,
to soft and cream
Oh banana peel,
others discard you hastily
in the banana peel sunset.
But to me,
you are beautiful.
Mar 6, 2012
Mar 6, 2012 at 9:14 PM UTC
Oh banana peel,
your colors vibrant and fluctuating.
The 3-D spots of speckled brown,
deep and pure,
yellow and sun sprayed,
swaying in the trees,
lackadaisical in manner.
Oh banana peel,
protect you from our bile.
If i could have a peel of my own,
a comfy womb;
yellow and sweet.
I too would sway in the trees
lackadaisical in manner.
The Sunday, sun spray sprawled across,
my green to yellow to brown,
my sour to sweet,
to soft and cream
Oh banana peel,
others discard you hastily
in the banana peel sunset.
But to me,
you are beautiful.
beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so why judge?
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