If you like apples, you can do this with friends. But if you're in prison, you'll have to do it yourself.

I eat the leaves of a specific tree, They're toxic, even to baby me. Serve them on a plate and I won't understand, I don't recognize them and starve where I stand. To save energy, I nap around the clock, I can't do much else, my brain is smooth as a rock.

C'mon, give up. Fold like a lawn chair. Crumble. Crawl into a dark place of despair. C'mon...

Take my whole and I'm the section where you might find some tubas, Remove my fourth and fifth and I'm a thing to hold your boobas.