Rubbish Bag

You see, I'm so bad at banter
I'm a bad apple in a basket of shiny GMO fruit
They all look exactly the same
Your healthy five a day

A rotten leftover lying about at the bottom
murmurs under its breath "where is my tree?"
They say the last will be first
But this is not the case

Left aside, self-conscious smile
The bunch makes light of quiet types
Let's go bad together in this rubbish bag

You see, I'm so bad a banter
I'm a bad apple, torn away from my branch and left to spoil here
Their laughter drives me insane
I'm glad it's not just me

Left aside, self-conscious smile
The bunch makes light of quiet types
Their umbra hides our rowdy minds
A secret place for last in line
Let's go bad together in this rubbish life



Credits
Writer(s): Gabriele Cossu
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