Friday, December 17, 2010

A Poem

Apples

I ate the apples.
The ones in the refrigerator.
They had a note on them.
It said not to eat them.
Specifically, that I should not eat them.
By specifically, I mean, it mentioned me by name.
What the fuck is that?
You think I would eat your apples?
When they are clearly yours?
That's bullshit.
What kind of person do you think I am?

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