# Les Citrus, Pt. II

Author: DrRayneBell
Tags: 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)

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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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