One Bad Apple

Bitterness touched me today.

Left a sour taste upon my tongue,

tastebuds twisting my mouth

into a pucker.

I detested the flavour.

It snuck upon me

all polished and shiny

and I was hungry, so

I took a bite.

Here she beckoned me.

Tis a bitter fruit

but wisdom and knowledge,

is given to the one who partakes. 

Well that's a bushel of nonsense.

Bitterness does not exist

in knowledge I said.

It lives in the resentment of man.

It only takes one bad apple

to spoil the whole bunch.

And little green worms.

Jackie Summers copyright