Grapefruit seed blues

written in the style of Bob Dylan lol

I was chewin’ on the sunrise in a grapefruit bought on Monday from a girl with golden fingers and a voice like yesterday.

The juice ran down like judgment, the seeds were slick with sin, and I asked 'em where they’re goin’�" they just grinned and rolled back in.

One said, "Man, we’re the children of some tree that never grew. You spit us out like riddles, but we once had futures too."

Now I’m sittin’ at the table with a half a bitter moon, and I swear I heard that grapefruit say, “Don’t swallow me too soon.”