This Is Not A Banana

V1: (Wittgenstein EDIT)
[Verse 1]
This is not a banana.
No really, don’t stare,
Or do it with care…
It’s a dare. Oh la la.

It’s a joke in a song.
It’s a gun gone oops, wrong.
It’s a punchline in disguise,
But(t) you trusted your eyes.

[Chorus]
This is not a banana.
It’s a mirror, tra-la-la.
It bends like shadows.
It burns when it blows.

Don’t ask what who how,
ask why it’s here now.
See words aren’t truth,
they’re tools of buzz.

[Verse 2]
Ceci n’est pas une banane.
Nope. But(t) slippery, man.
It’s a rabbit. It’s a duck.
It’s a smirk whose jokes just suck.

What you see’s not the thing.
It’s a trick, it’s all bling.
Same fruit, different frame,
It’s a puerile game…

[Verse 3]
No you’re not crazy, 
Please trust me baby,
it’s just a weird game,
And quite inhumane…

What’s a duck-rabbit 
got to do with it?
Well well well, peel me,
Oh oui, oui, pinch me!

[Bridge]
This is not a banana.
But it could be justice,
It could mean true peace.
This is not a banana…

[Verse 4]
Ducks gotta quack, 
Yucks gonna whack,
and rabbits hump,
Banana dump.

It drives me irrate,
They call lies “debate”,
Redefine freedom,
Gaslighters’ Soddom.

[Chorus - final]
This is not a banana.
It’s a question, joke, booya.
It’s a trap trapped, so dire,
wrapped in smoke and fire.

Don’t ask what, who, how,
ask why it’s here now.
This is not a banana.
It’s a mirror, tra-la-la.

[Outro]
This is not a banana.
It’s a frame, not some fruit,
Wittgenstein in a suit.
So peel it with caution,
Blessed be compassion.

Peel with care,
If you dare.

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v2: (Magritte meets Wittgenstein)
This is not a banana.
No really, don’t stare.
It’s not what it seems.
It’s a trap. It’s a dare.

It’s a phone in a joke.
It’s a gun in disguise.
It’s the punchline you missed
’Cause you trusted your eyes.

Call it “fruit” or “truth” or “freedom on sale”,
The meaning depends on who’s telling the tale.

See…

Words aren’t mirrors. They’re little masks.
They’re fingers pointing, not the facts.
You think you see it?
You think you know?
Then tell me, why’s it wiggling so?

Is it a duck? Or is it a scheme?
A slippery player in someone’s dream?
Is it lunch? Or code? Or some crypto clue?
Or a soft revolution wrapped in goo?

You ask “what’s it mean?”
Wittgenstein shrugs:

“Don’t ask what. Ask why. Ask who plugs.”

This is not a banana.
It’s a frame, not a fruit.
It depends on the context
and who owns the suit.

So peel it with caution.
And taste it with care.
If it gaslights your reason,
Throw that shit in the air