The Deterioration of Bananas

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

the deterioration of bananas drives me madder than mad
seeing Lola with a calm peaceful spirit gets me high
trying to count money with one hand is hard enough to go insane at times
but, why oh why…oh why do I try

conversation’s with my mom are tough when we disharmonize
though feelings never leave this blue box of emotions
a box with many shades though some are dark and gloomy
some light up the room leaving us destitute from sunshine

we are here in this world to radiate and shine
to bask like the floweret that revealed its first bud
drinking eight cups of water each day and getting eight hours of sleep
eight is the age that I had my first taste of alcohol

a towel on the floor and a rose perished so ‘beautifully’
I wonder with doubt will these new jeans fit properly
The millipede on the wall doesn’t bother me at all
I try so often that my brain seems to explode

When family is all you have; and it feels like a circus of clowns
And these people are obscure to me I wonder if I know them at all
Do these folks truly understand how I feel about bananas
The deterioration of this fruit makes me madder than mad

Madder than Madder than Madder than Mad! 

Submitted: November 02, 2020

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