All apples are atrociously arrogant
Thinking thoughts that they’re
Somehow so superior, so synonymous
With what we wager
Is inherently ideal in
Collective consciousness: correcting
Mistakes made mid-sentence making mockeries
Of our oration or
Ending every
Conversation, carrying condescension
Across all apple
Farms from Folsom
To Timbuktu. Tirelessly trying to take
Unearned, unambiguous understanding
Made muddled; moreover marrying malevolent manzzanas
With whatever we worship.