Bad Poem
Feb 24, 2017 · 1 min read
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
Anyway
I continue ingesting fruit
Grapes are next
They are round
Like the SUN
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?