You despise Apple because it’s everything evil.
A juicy vessel of forbidden.
A red temptress of seduction,
like the lips that sink into it.
You despise it because it was bitten.
“Look”, point to its weeping wound,
its effulgent yellow.
“It’s rotten to the core.”
Behind all its splendid putrid,
Those hushed hiss and slimy scales,
you don’t see.

You despise Her because she’s everything evil.
A voluptuous blur for downcast gaze.
A meek mead for thousand’s mouths,
like the apple that dares to realize.
You despise Her because she bites.
“Shame”, point to her ghastly gash,
her sentient crimson.
“It’s rotten to the heart. “
Behind all her glorious foul,
Those cruel cacophony and arrogant absolution,
you look away.