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The Banana Man


Warning: What you’re about to read might be an unreliable account of a life of a Banana who happens to be a man.


Yep, That’s me. A walking, talking, pretty, smooth walking crest of a creature who happens to be a banana.


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I know that everyone’s been asking why I look pretty fly

but why would you why would you ask why?

I know I don’t have hair

But that doesn’t stop the boys from giving me the stare.


My head’s pretty shiny

Got a back that’s pretty spiny

I ate a kid’s ice cream and now

He’s pretty whiny…


“Alright, alright that’s enough! Hush yourself you silly banana! I oughta, I oughta- huh! I would eat you but you’re just lookin too pretty. Golly! I’m Famished!” Yeah, this guy!

I don’t remember who he is. He’s got this ugly, mean looking hat with a crooked bat and a pile of rats in his hand. What is he doing in my home?


There has been so many people living inside my house as of late. Ever since my head got in between some thingy things, my house has started to look dull and weary almost as if I got locked up, but it feels too nice in my home. I don’t understand why I can’t leave my room sometimes.

There’s this one roommate of mine. He keeps messaging my back and shoulders for some odd reason, but I can’t help but to enjoy it since my bed is harder than Brock the sock, the babbling bully at lunch who speaks of bad odor and says he’s sober, but his drinking days aren’t all over.


A lot more people live in my home than I anticipated. I mean, it has gotten much bigger lately. Too bad they couldn’t bring more food. Everyone knows I need my daily banana.


Anyway, I miss going outside; I have never felt so pale, and I haven’t even been in the basement since 1902.


I be looking decayed sometimes. 

One day I’m looking all ripe,

the other: I be smoking some pipe.

But hey, that’s just life

He didn’t mean to stab me with a knife.

It just happens………………….


All my friends are in my home

Now they all be speaking of Rome

But why Rome?

Rome isn’t my home.


I be roaming to the cafeteria line hyped up for some Lucky Leads

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