Sometimes it's not poetic.
It's just yellow digest.
Sometimes it's the pain of peeling.
Like peeling my flesh.
Sometimes it is an organ of the human body.
Be found guilty
Sometimes I can stare at it.
Rot, crush, combine
Become a new banana
Sometimes I stare at it,
It's staring at me, too
Staring at a banana
You won't eat it.
However, it will eventually be eaten.
2065438+2007, one month and one day.