Death Of The Orange by Sunny

Oranges are a healthy treat
nothing really could be beat
the juicy pulp inside the skin
nectar running down my chin

my snack of choice
singing with a fruity voice
oranges galore
always wanting more

then you killed it my
love for it's juice
hanging my desire
around an orange peel noose

now all I have Is the
will to spit a hurl
for the joke you made
about my favorite delight

has simply taken off
like a bird in flight
I will never be the same
so evil and twisted
such a nasty game