That damn bowl of fruit
It sits there day in
and day out
seemingly with clout
what’s it all about
that damn bowl of fruit
Why do we fill it again
and again
seems such a sin
to watch it rot
it’s not like
anyone eats it
Well some think the
bananas
are good
the rest is pig food
or at the most
it’s compost
for the garden
Is it a symbol of status
or what
does it stand for
that damn bowl of fruit
it lays there
attracting nothing
but
fruit flies
while answers to my whys
go silent
that damn bowl of fruit.
I’m tired and changing
I’m now rearranging
my life and my house
at the same time
Stuff has to go
you know
and the first to the trash bin
with no guilt and no sin
no bells or fanfare
one toss and it’s there
the ultimate
damn bowl of fruit.
©vrd 5/10/2004
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