| Produce July 28th, 2001 I'm here somehow free of cost for damaged have I been. Sit me here next to your grocer's cast away the produce reduced to nothing almost me. Bruised and matted with weeks of wear squeezed, groped and poked to their hearts content have we, the produce endured. Sit me here next to your grocer's cast away the produce reduced to nothing almost me. I sit among them in the cast away bin the fragrant fumes of defeat; rot lingers deep in my nostrils as we are carried out to the garbage once again castaway by those too good for us Sit me here next to your grocer's cast away the produce reduced to nothing almost me. |