The Core of the Matter
They say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
I guess I got mushed,
And stuck on someone’s shoe.
This apple thinks that is the core of the matter.
I am stick to death,
Of how I can’t branch out into ME.
They say the best way to make an apple crumble,
Is to torture it for ten minutes.
All I want,
Is for them to leaf me alone.
That is where it all stems from.
Is the core of the matter.
A lighthearted depressing poem (lol). I would of gone on, but I kinda ran out of apple puns.