Stink Bug

Have you ever had a black berry bush Drooping with wild fruit that you were hungry for, Only to be driven away by A swarm of wasps encircling its briers? Have you ever picked up a plum off the ground Because it was red and plump beneath its tree, Only to turn it around and see An army of ants eating the other half? Have you ever picked a muscadine from a vine, Popped it in your mouth without carefully inspecting it? Then afterwards realized that A stink bug had left its scent on it? That what it's like to be in a love relationship With someone who's in love with someone else. You expect to have the sweetest juice, the firmest texture; But as soon as the fruit is pressed, you make unpleasant faces, And you spit and spit and spit and wipe your tongue on your shirt Telling the one next to you of your unfortunate event, warning them To be as cautious as you will before the next pick.