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.

21st century

on the 3rd wave

I don't gotta shave

and I'm still getting laid

Not always proud of it

But I don't gotta doubt about it

Not an Aphrodite type

Still a mighty mighty type

Haha

More like Napoleon ****

When the ego is a portal to immortal ingenuity

Lack of continuity

Paired with ambiguity

Temporary lookin scary

Pineapple prickly

Someone got the sticky


Yes I'll be home

Yes I'll be home again

I don't always need a friend

Though they always round the bin

I'm letting go I let you in

Saw the Sun felt the wind

I don't **** with retrograde

I don't always get payed

Gotta learn to make my own bliss in this day and age

Once I was a thought to them

Now I'm just that THOT to them

Back and forth her to him

Meet me in the middle then

Prickly on the outside

Juicy in the center

I could get tender

But I'm rolling with the tides

everyone agrees that you're
tasteless and flavourless
when it comes to
choosing the ingredients
to make the dough for love.

similar to a slice of
cold, leftover pizza,
hated like pineapples
as the toppings,
slapped on like a can of
expired tomato sauce,
cut away like
unwanted crustings,
and being as cheap as
a low-quality mozzarella.

definitely
loved by me
but purely hated
by the entire world.

Here is a plant that could cut your thumb
From a strange frond does it become
With its pieces cut fresh
It can disolve your flesh
We'll give it to you as a sign of welcome

Thinking of love
completely irrelevant
to young to worry
seeing it makes me ache

I know I'm not cut out for relationships
for I don't open up about anything
And to love you;
I have to trust
I can't do it
I'm not ready for that

ill shove flowers into my mouth and choke
myself to death with all the pollen because you
know im allergic to lilacs but you said they make my eyes look beautiful and i wanted to be
just that.

"Would it be entirely inappropriate of me to suggest a hangout session in which we go out for tea and some mostly-nonserious flirtation?", he asks, all of which is proceeded by more than two hours of silly, random banter involving eyeballs and pineapples in vacuums.

It seems being asked on a date has become so taboo, to the point that when it does happen, the natural reaction would be to say yes.

TBC...