Life Is Onion
By: Freeyad Ibrahim
Life is like onions,
crust under crust,
and nothing at all at the end
only tears..!
Freyad Hugo
Heerenveen
November,2020
Shrek: Ogres are like onions. Donkey: They stink? Shrek: Yes. No. Donkey: Oh, they make you cry. Shrek: No. Donkey: Oh, you leave em out in the sun, they get all brown, start sproutin’ little white hairs. Shrek: No. Layers. Onions have layers. Ogres have layers. Onions have layers. You get it? We both have layers. Donkey: Oh, you both have layers. Oh. You know, not everybody like onions.
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