Hey Orange

Hey Orange,
why don't you get a real life.
Hey, Hey Orange.
Is annoying people like a defense mechanism?
you set up to stop people from seeing your quiet non-charismatic,
lack of character side of you?
The side that's .... just Orange?

Hey Orange,
why don't you just roll along.
Or at least become something nutritious,
like juice?

Hey, hey Orange,
eventually the knife's going to come down on you.
Or you'll run out of funny things to say.
And then you'll just be one rotten fruit,
rotten on the outside, rotten on the inside.

Hey Orange,
I guess I know you and you know me.
Clowns are the living contradictions of life.
The laugh all the time they work,
the time they have to themselves,
they just wallow in self-pity.

Hey Orange,
self-pity's for the ones that have all the dreams but never work towards it.
You're not that.
So hey orange,
give yourself a squeeze and juice the potential outta yourself.

You owe it to yourself,
and to that farmer who purchased the plantation for your existence.

A big sorry to all the apples I've annoyed.
I annoy you because I have no other way of living that I know off.
Humour and entertainment pretty much sums up my self-worth.

Or what I think sums up my self-worth.

And I have to be wrong. I have to be worth alot more than that, otherwise I am seriously one pathetic Orange.

Ok! Time to get some work done before I can give myself some actually deserved rest!