I Merely Want to Eat Fruit Alone

With my butt in the sand

On a deserted island,

All I would need

(Despite my greed)

Is to keep my tranquility

With being in privacy,

Away from others

And their bothers,

So that I may combat the dullness

And repetitiousness

Of eating fruit

(Although I need never wear a suit)


So that I could stay

To sunburn

And never return.


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