my my (bad fruit)






All the waterfalls kick up the mist and lay the haze

on some little island off the coast of un muy hermoso bay

And the Mexicans married the box and Remedios

Tragically, she ended after an apocalyptic dose



My my, oh you sad, sad satellite

Godspeed rotten apple of my eye

Bad fruit, you're a waste of space in the jar

My my, can't you say goodbye?



All the clouds came down, dressed up in heat lightning and slacks

They filed in the ampitheater bantering in social packs

And the maestro (the conductor) frowned, noting the audience all adults

suddenly conducted a symphony of a billion volts



My my, oh you sad, sad satellite

Godspeed rotten apple of my eye

Bad fruit, you're a waste of space in the jar

My my, can't you say goodbye?



Every window crashed, shattered down from every skyscraper

within the city limits.

Oh, what a day. Oh, what a din it's been.

And the office ogres all turned to granite

as the unfiltered sunlight hit them for the first time ever

and the last time.



So we wait for day to come

but the sun won't show it's face

and our bodies grow indistinct

til we all just fade away.

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