Fruit

Got up one morning
Had a strange urge to eat fruit
Watch Jezza Kyle
Back-comb my hair
Let the toast burn
Answer the phone
Throw a sickie
Say my own name over and Over
Consider fame
And its monster
“i’m the fallen angel...you know me not from Adam”
Or something along those lines
Lines of a story
A script you can’t re-write
Can’t change
I can’t change the way i’m made
Made by a man
And his female suspension
Suspended before the drop
The plummet
Plums in the yard out back 

Got up this morning
Had this strange urge to eat fruit.