My boss June has an orange tree
in her back yard.
Her husband Mark planted it
12 years ago
when they got married.
Well they split up a couple
weeks ago.
June found out he had
been sleeping around on her all
over the place
and smoking crack and stealing
money from her and who
knows what else.

She kicked his scrawny ass out
and then she took a rake
and shook all the oranges
to the ground.

“Anyone want any
fucking oranges,” she said,
“come and get ‘em.”

I went over and got a
sack full.
They’re hard and bitter
and difficult to
I don’t believe they’re
quite ripe.

June’s gonna saw that tree
into a thousand pieces.

And then she’s gonna put in
a Jacuzzi.