Original Sin Or Pomegranates Are Messy (poem)
Pomegranates, why cant I resist?
now i’m back to work with purple fist.
So many seeds
such clutching skin
It almost bleeds
like adam’s sin
but its the juice that really gets my goat
like a murder victim
on my Gucci coat.
Most people would head home and change their clothes
Get out out of this suit and purple nose
But not me sir
These colors suffice
For knowledge is good at whatever the price.