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 The Suicidal Orange
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I'm the Orange, feeling suicidal
Why's my name a colour and not cool?
It's really unfair
He should be called green, not pear

No wonder I'm suicidal
Sitting next to the apple
Please don't tell me it's fate
Cause what about that bastard, grape

Why isn't the banana called yellow?
That's what I want to know!
In human schools do they teach?
To be biased towards the peach?

And what about the Kiwi?
That should be called ‘small and prickly'
It's not just fruit but the vegetable
This makes me different and suicidal

The more I see the more I get down
Why isn't the potato called brown?
Sometimes I get so upset I can't speak
They gave you a cool name; didn't they Leek

Then there's cabbage and lettuce too
Blueberries should just be called ‘blue'!
It's unfair and it makes me mad
I'm suicidal and always sad

I have issues from when i was young
They squashed my dad and mum
My brothers and sisters went to Spain
And I never saw them again

I found a friend in Cocktails
Turned to vodka when all else fails
I needed to blank out my pain
Orange is not my real name

Orange is such an ugly colour
They  could have chosen another?
I've the most boring unoriginal name
But my real name is Shane!



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