Unsafe

You got this hand-grenade,
it’s a pineapple on a stick,
sometimes it’s a knobby green apple.
It’s got a pin in it
once you pull it
you can’t put the pin back in.


Try
and die


            for a moment.

When nothing happens
it could be a trick
or
a bomb in your mind.

Check again.
Are you still holding the pin,
or the grenade?

Throw it!
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