By Aditi Jha
Tangerines are never the answer,
you might crave them to insanity,
become acutely aware of your mortality,
but tangerines are never the answer.
the truth is, tangerines, they are sick right in core,
right where it matters.
sick and unholy, oozing out horridness,
unkempt little monsters, these tangerines.
they do not care that you are fed,
a festering wound, unclean and horrifying,
you will want to run screaming, away away away.
the truth is, tangerines, they have already burrowed into your self,
the soul, an ally to their morbid misgivings.
tangerines do not have the answer,
toss them away into oblivion,
travel across dimensions if you must,
anything, everything to rid yourself of the damn tangerine.