Woke up with blood in my mouth
The bitterness pushed the flavour out
Lost the spice of life
Lost the taste of fun
Was it sour grapes, was it 31?
Without conflict the picture’s lost
You can’t predict or weigh the cost
Because in real life
You know we have to run
Got 31 flavours but a peach ain’t one
Tasting Breaking Chasing Making
My senses failed me along the way
Without sight or sound couldn’t relocate
Had a nose for trouble
A touch of sun
But I found that taste wasn’t everyone’s
Got stuck in a groove with a bland routine
Without a deviation from the mean
Had acquired taste but
Deserted fun
Like lifetime spent chewing only gum
Thirty-one
Bubble gum
Overdone
Honey bun
Cinnamon
Smoking gun
Set to stun
Make you come
