CRYING is the most fun

bad poetry day

i am an orange orange

i wonder what it'd be like to be a green orange

i hear someone getting out the juicer

i see my friends getting juiced!

i want to save myself

i am an orange orange

i pretend not to be there

i feel scared for my life!

i touch the floor as i roll across it

i worry that i will get caught

i cry about my friends lost to the juicer

i am an orange orange 

i understand that i will probably get caught soon

i say my prayers

i dream of a better life, where death is not a worry

i try not to cry

i hope not to-

i am a dead orange

{the life of an orange orange is surprisingly hard

by me}