In my mind there is contempt about this action, for I despise Papayas
It stinks like body odour, from a person with unwashed arm pits
Yet I found it in my heart to buy this, to thin my blood
Mine is a deep red, a few points above the maximum
But then again, everything about me is,
Not just iron
The ability to take irrational decisions, a skill at this point
Right beside senseless writing, and mindless blanking of thoughts I frequently delve into
I hate Papaya, so maybe I bought it to bitch and whine
Regardless, I will eat it for breakfast at half past nine.
