Fruit Roll up
This Fruit Rolls Up
But My patience is running out
My sweet tooth needs a sweet taste to compliment my mouth
Feeling separated by this plastic denying me my pleasure
I was hungry now I am empty after unraveling for stolen treasure
This damn plastic won’t turn my candy loose
Its all sticky and gooey and by damn I am ready to chew
O sweet manufacture, who in the hell gave you the bright idea to attach sticky candy to thin wisp of plastic...
I breathe like an asthmatic... as I watch this tragedy
I can’t get to the candy
As I tug and pry it only smears the sweets
Making my candy engraved in its captor and unfit to eat
I feel taken, and used
I’m done with rolled up fruit
Maybe I should try fruit by the foot?
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