Damaged Goods

Bright, red delicious apples Wedged side by side on crates Packed and boxed for production Thrown in stacks, shipped on freights Handled with less care Tossing and turning all about From freight to freight to markets Still beautiful when taken out Stacked atop each other again Judged, pressed, thumped and bunched Bought and rolled inside a bowl Yet, alluring until it's crunched When it's fruit has been revealed With a taste that's mushy sweet Unseen, unknown til it's bitten How deeply bruised and beat Passed hand to hand, person to person Now rejected and thrown in the woods The consumer, the user, disappointed Because no one wants damaged goods