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
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