Stink Bug
Have you ever had a black berry bush
Drooping with wild fruit that you were hungry for,
Only to be driven away by
A swarm of wasps encircling its briers?
Have you ever picked up a plum off the ground
Because it was red and plump beneath its tree,
Only to turn it around and see
An army of ants eating the other half?
Have you ever picked a muscadine from a vine,
Popped it in your mouth without carefully inspecting it?
Then afterwards realized that
A stink bug had left its scent on it?
That what it's like to be in a love relationship
With someone who's in love with someone else.
You expect to have the sweetest juice, the firmest texture;
But as soon as the fruit is pressed, you make unpleasant faces,
And you spit and spit and spit and wipe your tongue on your shirt
Telling the one next to you of your unfortunate event, warning them
To be as cautious as you will before the next pick.
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