I am left here,
a cheap fuck,
but no buyers.
I am alone and,
my merchandise,
is drying out.
my fruit is bad,
the taste is bitter,
and only the worms,
can get joy from it now.
every once in a while,
a girl will steal one,
with no benefit to me.
my cart is empty,
my fruit is dead,
I am left here,
abandoned.