Oh that, tart, sweet fruit that sits on the counter alone
It always needs sugar
You always need breakfast
So you eat it…
Sour liquid and pulp fills your spoon
You swallow even though the thought of the kitchen sink is near.
Everyone has a grapefruit.
Its peel shines like the sun from behind your skinny fruit collective
Bigger isn’t always better
It always needs sugar
You try to forcefully blend it into being orange juice
So you drink it…
Pink acidic poison drowns your tonsils
It needs vodka more than your Saturday night ride on the Greyhound.
Everyone has a grapefruit.
Picture From: Eight ways to eat a grapefruit
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