Broken Glass

I aint cryin over spilt milk

or broken vases

I aint worryin about the stench of the garbage

why does it smell so horrid?

neither of the fruit flies flying above the peaches sitting in the fruit bowl

to eat, seemed like a good idea to begin with,

with a wave of my hand, the flies would buzz away

but what a surprise that peach did

give me a startle as i sank my teeth into its rotten flesh

bleh, as i spit it out into my hand

I aint mad at myself for my mispickings, all i gotsta do is maybe

get a sharp blade or knife, to examine the insides

so whats if you were hungry? there are some sweet pickins else where

i cleaned up my fruit bowl today, and i took out the trash

and mopped up the milk

heh, is it that apparent?