Its one of life's greatest joys,
Drinking the blood of a dead fruit.
How it became liquefied is anyone's guess,
Maybe in a factory.
Stolen liquid blood from a tree,
Crushing its body without a making a mess.
I even threw away the green leaves.
Could that little orange have had kids?
It sure did.
And I drank their blood too.
Its one of life's simple pleasures.