Angry Juice

The squeezed juice taste like blood
The scraped juice Undiluted taste of my skin

The sensation of vomit churning As if looking at my naked self
Balancing it for taste Reality tossed away in foulness

Hiding away trepidation with an inadequate smile
Pretending with a modest smile

Desiring only comfort discarding all else
If you want a taste, just let me be, Angry Juice

An extended palm, a coaxing voice
A bitter smile is all I can muster, albeit pointless

After all the world is filled with money and figures,
a knowing hedonist emerges
Understanding the sour and the sweet
makes it all so real

Hiding away trepidation with an inadequate smile
Pretending with a modest smile

You weren't listening to begin with, so just shut it
I'll never be tainted you Hungry Boy

Desiring only comfort discarding all else
If you want a taste, just let me be, Angry Juice