Things that annoy me make me write poetry; this week I was particularly vexed by the quality of an orange:

The orange full of pith
Mocking me
Revealed not a hint
Of its patronising ways
When waiting to be peeled
Sat there seductively deceptive
A perfect skin on
Only known when stripped
Stringy innards
Not the juicy fruit promised
Wanted and desired
Except for a miniscule amount
Of minute little sections
Hiding at the bottom
Worth nothing really
In comparison
To that imagined
Much like the absolute
Abyss of death

With thanks to Mae Mu for use of the header image (licensing). 

Fruits of the Loon

A series of poems investigating mental health via the medium of fruit:

• Tangerine
• Lime
• Apple
• Banana
• Fruit Baskets: A Damning Indictment
• Lime II
• One Banana, Two Banana
• Tomato and Stu
• Orange Abyss of Death

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