Solanum lycopersicum


You remind me of a cool lake

Perfect glass

The sun is practically begging me to jump in


I can already feel the explosion,

The cannon ball

That stretches to every corner of my body,

Even sometimes, onto my shirt


And yet, still some scoff

Texture matters

Or so they say.

But they hardly even know you


Would they dare try you on a burger?

A pizza?

Surely, they’d mix you with salsa
It is at this point they change their tune


But if they can’t handle you at your worst

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