orange poetry

time time time

we're abnormally smart creatures.
although not many people believe it, i am the smart one.
you have to believe it because you're listening to me oh~
happy and cute.
yet i prefer eating meat,
and the doctor says i am schizophrenic.
it is simply nonsense!
i don't believe it from the beginning,
and i don't believe it at the end.
my teacher says eating more makes me grow up,
but i am the different one.
i learned walking.
oh~ what my teacher said was correct.
i am much bigger than before now,
and my belly is gone too!
it must be because i always run~
after promoted, the teacher says a boy needs to wear trousers to firmly protect his future.
this is why i started my wearing trousers life,
passing my precious puberty withstanding the pressure of learning and wearing trousers.
i am working for a big finance company after growing up.
when i am idle i always watch the graphics on the newspapers,
and i really couldn't imagine the pressure of working is even higher than learning and wearing trousers!
work~
and work~
and never ending work.
this is what my life will be?!
i am not brainless~
how can one only live for working?
so i decided to be a fitness trainer,
and this is my dream!
i can see so many attractive boys here~
no~~
......i mean girls,
girls!
i don't like boys,
trust me!
time erodes everything,
including us.
i am old,
however i believe true love never dies.
i look through the world with a harmonic gaze,
waiting for the final moment to come...
oh~ i died,
but feel like not died yet.
is it because i am so cute that i become an angel?
though no voices answer me,
i believe so.
in addition,
i am too fat,
i don't like this.
i super disliked my angel body,
the unhappy me ate and ate and ate and ate and ate,
eventually my fat dragged me down to the ground and i became a fallen angel. could it be that this is the final me?
the experiences have changed the body...
the experiences have changed the mind...
the experiences have changed us...
is the result important?
still,
it is less pleasing than the process...
i will never forget the teacher's teachings,
and will remember the truth of wearing pants to protect myself.
now,
the fat body is like a bassoon,
playing the final movement.
come on,
let us live intoxicatedly.