Bad Poem

I am eating fruit

Sensually eating fruit

Jealousy eating fruit

I bite into an apple

It’s juice dripping down my skin

Like a glob of toothpaste

If that toothpaste had legs

And crawled down my neck

I look up

An old man passes by

We make eye contact

His beard glares at me

Like a raccoon

That works the night shift

The man is not tall


I continue ingesting fruit

Grapes are next

They are round

Like the SUN




Don’t touch the oranges

Because they aren’t real

And bananas are corrupt

They embezzle funds

From small startup companies

$ $ $

Suddenly no fruit is left

Just the fruit of my soul

What have I done?

Dear god, what have I done?