Wednesday, 14 October 2009
Pest
Get rid of the fucking worms in this apple!
From the inside they’ll eat all the goodness away,
Leaving nothing but an empty skin behind.
Gorging themselves until nauseous.
So when you bite into it,
Hoping for a refreshing mouthful of fruit,
All you’ll get is disappointment.
Or worse yet, a bite of the wriggling bastards.
What a bitter flavour that is,
A taste of thoughtless greed.
Later, new flies emerge to continue this legacy.
Dynastic contagion spreading its shit.
Swat it!
Before it can ruin another one for the love of fuck.
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