The Giving
I invite you to pick my brain
Indulge in the fruits of my labors
As food for thought
For the time is ripe
And I am ready for my stories be plucked
Before they rot
As much as I have
Because my hope is that you can find some flavor
In the parts of me
I try to lose.
Knowing full well the apple never falls far,
But I can promise they’re so much sweeter from the source