My bad apple
Bad apple you are poisonous
If i eat you i know i shall die
A little bite of misery my friend
Will only make me dribble and cry
The branch that keeps you breathing
Can be snapped and broken in two
Rot away shall you bad apple
Then tell me? what shall you do
A leaf that tells many stories
Will gather there where you lay
I always knew that you were a bad apple
One that never ever went away
As your eaten by nature before me
I will watch and swear to delight
You my bad apple, that i once loved
Turned rotten so fast over night.
Copyright© Sharon Brady
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