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