Blame the Apple

Kill it like a dream you never had
a nightmare world of Thanksgiving chickens
and turkey egg breakfasts
scrambled with horse milk cheese ~
you stumble out of the house, belly full,
blood on your hands, screaming at cops
“It’s only ketchup!” as they open fire ~~
you awake to sweaty sheets
an erection larger than your skin can hold
ripping like an over ripe tomato
dribbling juice and seed into the earth,
but lucky it is, the anthropomorphic God
does not punish fruit for its sins

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