Low Hanging Fruit

Not fit for killing
Not fit to shoot
Your blood ain’t worth spilling
Low-hanging fruit
There’s no debating
Cloth-eared and mute
You’re better never than late
Low-hanging fruit
And it’s raining again
So you fester, rot and drop
It’s no disgrace to reach for the stars
But beneath the glitter
Is a bitter crop
Shame on your leaves
Tears at your root
Desperados under the eaves
Low-hanging fruit
Go on now
Haul up the moon
Howl at it
Give it a hoot
I don’t see bravery
I just see knavery
And low-hanging fruit