Les Citrus, Pt. II by DrRayneBell

Les Citrus, Pt. II

Story by DrRayneBell on SoFurry

DrRayneBell, Les Citrus, Les Citrus Part Two, Poetry, literature

#22 of Poetry c.2019

The continuing, second-part poetical story of a hypothetical orange farmer.

Les Citrus (II)

Here I am for another day,

a chance for just a chance;

everyone has gone to pray,

but I'm stuck in a trance.

I'm never the morning kind,

not like they need me to be;

being trapped in my mad mind,

always looking down just to see.

I like to work with my hands,

it's something they all admire;

they love my bright red hairbands,

which I get from my bed post spire.

They cling to the wood so tight,

they've left it a bad impression;

just like all my dreams at night,

and my semi-weekly therapy session.

She says I should try to think

of something else besides home;

I am just a thing on the brink,

living where light has not shone.

The scents of my bright deeds

are all that keeps me on par;

my job is just to plant seeds,

and get the fuck out to my car.

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