Once again,
It was bad enough that I was a recruit.
When I bit the forbidden fruit,
And it bit me back with guilt and a touch of nothing to gain.
The thought of it adds to the pain.

Almost like a sting of a pineapple
I shouldn't have sunk my teeth in the apple.
Maybe then there wouldn't have been any trouble.
I'll continue to mumble.
In agony of the analogy.

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