Rotten Apples

Rotten Apples 

Rotten Apples

I’m the apple at the bottom of the tree

I smoke a joint by myself I married Mr. Lonely

I got boogers in my nose 

I got cheese between my toes

Rotten Apples

Rotten Apples

Our man called me a home wrecker

Karma is my only loyal lover

I dug my grave six feet under

My body below you, but I let my mind wander

Rotten Apples

Rotten Apples

I’m the apple at the bottom of the tree

My daddy says I’m scum, but dad I’m feeling free

My daddy thinks I’ve lost it

I find empty beer bottles in his closet 

Rotten Apples 

Rotten Apples 

This poem is about: 
Me

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