Roses or Thorns?

The hush is tapped
The switch is flicked
The plastic wrap crinkles
The green just winked?

Red

The conveyer grits
The straps coil tight
The prize pours in
My mouth open wide

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Red

Roses or thorns?
Try your luck!
You’d either bleed out
Or make a few bucks

Red

I swallow whole
It pricks my throat
A pile of thorns and I bleed dry
But I eat my full
Never close my mouth
for I will forever abide, abide.

Red
Never comes but I see
Red
All around me I see
Red
In the far end of the belt
Red
Please come to me my dear
Red