All My Fruit is DeadA Poem by Rem SevvenA poem about me murdering my food. Special thanks to my sister, who thought I should write this into a poem.
I cut my banana's throat.
I smashed my melon's head. I cut my cherry's heart out. Now all my fruit is dead. I dug my potato's eyes out. I boiled my broccoli's head. I chopped up my corns ear. Now all my vegetables are dead. I beat my cream. I cut my bread. I ground up all my meat. Now all my food is dead. © 2011 Rem Sevven
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Added on August 15, 2011 Last Updated on August 15, 2011 Author
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