Saved By The Buoyancy of Citrus

Saved By The Buoyancy of Citrus

I'm in the red.

I've got the blues.

I'm token black, an early graying fool.

I need an orange.

I need a lime.

I need a last name that don't feel like such a crime.

I feel sixteen, or I feel sixty.

I feel nine to five.

So sick of rent checks, so sick of life-vests.

So sick of five foot nine.

Once was lost but now am drowned.

More to come very soon.

Peep those new shows on the right.

Also, this man has a point!

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