Rotten Bananas Poem by Dwain Joseph

Those rotten bananas offend me.

They have lain motionless too long,

Decomposing mercilessly in my sight.

Should the maggots come soon

Their prize awaits in criminal guilt,

As colder days n'er suits them.

Blotched in creeping darkness they wait,

No longer coated in tropical splendor.

Temporary magnificence means nothing,

For the world takes no pity

Loving itself and only itself.

They will remain on sacrificial display

to fester in tortured peace.