Fruit

Who are you stranger on the billboards?

I’ve been silently waiting for your Christmas cards.

Remember the one you promised to give me? 

Or are you trying to tear away whatever left of my dignity?

Only father of mine,

Why do you do the things you do?

I guess what they say about lawyers is true.

Lying must be your specialty because all you left behind your seed is a bruised fruit.

Pretending you care for other children on the news when you never bother to ripen your own. 

No matter how long you leave a fruit alone, it will eventually mold.

Isn’t it funny?

The more mold grows, the softer it becomes to touch.




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