It's a country song I wrote...
I long to roll down the road like a deer corpse bladder
is it possible, sweet darlin' to get any madder.
Oh my heart's in the kennel
and my mind is a stray
and your logic keeps pushing me further away
The jist of your feelings
is the flesh of the peach
up there in them branches and outta my reach
Oh yer pitt is so true but yer skin is so tough
should you ever drop, I'll be waiting in the duff
(enough?...no there's actually a chorus)...
Oh, I might not have no arms to hold you
and parts o' me might be soft and bruised
and I aint as organic as they told you
but I'm the sweetest fruit you'll ever lose.
And that's how I spent my morning writing session. Shoot me now.