I bought a perfect pineapple It screamed of being sweet. It’s burnt orange blush, It pale green spiked leaves. To try and preserve such beauty, Would bear sour fruit. To fight for its posterity when it will not fight too.
So I lopped off it’s head Carefully removed its fruit and Casually discarded its core And satisfied my craving Done before you begin. Safe.
Live for the day. Trust no one with your heart. Seize what happiness you can make for yourself.