Great green melon,
I see you there.
A “smash hit”,
Center stage,
All eyes on you.
The mallet’s lifted,
Your smooth ripe skin,
The target
Of a sad little man.
Why he hates you,
No one knows.
Repulsed by your taste?
Or did you choke him once?
A genocide,
Of a whole new kind.
Your flesh gets split,
And your juices fly,
Yet laughter fills the air.
Great green melon,
You have received an honor.
To die by the hands
Of the great.
May 31, 2012
May 31, 2012 at 5:33 PM UTC
Great green melon,
I see you there.
A “smash hit”,
Center stage,
All eyes on you.
The mallet’s lifted,
Your smooth ripe skin,
The target
Of a sad little man.
Why he hates you,
No one knows.
Repulsed by your taste?
Or did you choke him once?
A genocide,
Of a whole new kind.
Your flesh gets split,
And your juices fly,
Yet laughter fills the air.
Great green melon,
You have received an honor.
To die by the hands
Of the great.
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