Thomas R. Barton, JD- here you go.

“Bitten lip hangs in shame, blood tastes good though disguised,
perform through my illusion through stain of life, I held my head high,
beseeched and fraught in calculation; you stare at my defiance
defiance, denial, low hanging fruit I am no fool; your bite only strengthens,
my inner resolve, kept fighting, worth fighting, somewhere deep inside
lays an ocean, gentle creatures feed the crumbled facade;
organic,
it is I who has become plastic; fruit in the display window,
do not taste, your attempts will be met with blood of swollen extension.”