There, look inside that box
I brought them with me from my last trip
so fresh and full of goodness
well rounded from stalk to tip?
Here, take some with you!
so I peeled my eyes on the content
and right there in the midst
the proverbial bad one sits
How, did this crop become fruitless
and why such bitter distaste
did it fall way too near to the tree?
destined only for laying waste
Now, rotten to the core
it’s poison spilling forth
bruising tender souls of youth
spreading decay in determined spore