The apple falls far from the tree.
It clunks to the ground with a resounding
Thunderous applause. The sky is thick with dew.
I don’t know why I built my house made of stone,
I don’t know why the grass is thick with dew.
He is the man I love, without question, without
Thinking of anything else. My car is parked in the driveway
Down the street, someone named Sam is homeless
In my neighbor’s yard. He is a handsome man, with curly,
Black hair and large eyes. I wonder why he doesn’t
Have a job. I wonder about a lot of things. Sometimes,
People do not have enough money to make ends meat.
Sometimes, people make too much and end up throwing
Their lives away. I calculate the reasons for this, but some
Things are not as simple as you think they are. I wish it was so.
No one even likes apples anymore. They like chocolate, soy,
And pizza. I used to eat pizza every day on my way to work.
Then I got a large stomach. Then my head grew even larger,
And I was puking on the grass. I used to live in the middle
Of a street, that was large and tall, and the words I spoke
Were not quite so good.
The apple can sometimes speak.