The Apple.

The Apple

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.