Split like a banana with no middle.
You have the left peel and the right peel.
Unable to come together even with
the help from glue or duct tape,
you're just a side of the peel.
I guess the actual banana rotted away.
It was sick of waiting around for you
to cover and protect it again.
All your bickering made it sick
of being a part of your petty grobbling.
When both sides come together
and embrace one another.
A banana is made and when they
go home in a splitting fashion.
The balance is made and we
are all protected by their cooperation.
Cokbod Lodwogo
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