The Rotting Melon of Life Life is like a melon green and round All handsome in its youth proud to be an almighty melon But melon bliss is not be had so easy For we shall see how long a melon survives the Farmer s onslaught Killed for its ripe innards the sweet fruit of its inside The rind littered landscape bears mute testimony to the holocaust Rare is the melon that survives the onslaught Such a melon will be happy for awhile Until it is abandoned by its mama vine to the cold hard ground Confused befuddled perplexed Baffled dazed forsaken Such a melon will wish it was never born As it slowly rots away in the sun enocide wicked lit!