Rotten Wedge/(s) a poem-like for The Fictional VolunTier Project
by goura fotadar
This lemon is like fiercely rotting, man.
it’s all soaked into that water
the one that we’re in need of
the skin is all white dotting
and the flesh is like some kind of orange
a good shade for
if you wear that, man.
the lemon wedge
isn’t strong enough to survive the elements
without the rotting.