Teacher told us to close our eyes, hold out our hands, and eat the fruit she placed in them... Being a picky eater, I took a different approach.
Red Bull
Here you are in the palm of my hand,
Powerless, vulnerable, yet safe I assure you.
In a room full of you, you are soon to be endangered,
But you will be safe, while your friends perish.
You’re soft like a pillow, small like a pebble.
I’m sure you taste delicious,
But I don’t eat your kind
So I’ll sit and pretend and close my eyes,
The whole room none the wise.
I set you down in your new home,
A chilled cylinder chapel.
They say it gives you wings,
So fly away,
And you will never be forgotten.
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