Caught napping against a tree, surrounded by snack packets, banned literature, and forbidden applecores

Don’t care if it’s ripe, bite and try it 

That’s why I’m turned away from the door at Eden

Won’t bother trying, waste my evening

Another feature, boring tie in, recognise them from TV 

Yawn worthy producer on the flight in 

You’re up early like a farmer’s wife, get a fry in before eight chimes

I’m having a ten year lie in all my life 

Diamonds and chains collide where my ribs coincide.

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