The crowd went quiet
As a tomato flew toward the stage
Cutting through the spot light
Like a solar eclipse
The man who stood alone
With a book open in front of him
Buried his gaze as he kissed the microphone

It came spiraling for him
And He caught it effortlessly
As though it were all a part of the show
But everyone knew it wasn’t
Then he casually spat on it
And shined it on his tux

Through the dead silence you could hear a
                Cling
As the young man winked to audience
Briefly blinding them with the twinkle in his smile
Then he opened his mouth about half way
And bit into the Fruit/Vegetable

He didn’t say anything
But I’m sure if he chose to, he’d say
**** ALL OF YOU!!!
But he didn’t have to
I think they got the idea