poem (Patreon)

a little ditty

Here's what I think

No one knows how the wormeven had access to the appleand now there is commotion.The apple-worm forumwants to find the guy who did thisand pin him to the truth.Justice for their only apple.Justice for its profaned fruit.On the worm chews brainlessly,out the other side.The forum jives.You people. The truthisn't the apple, or the worm—it's the hole.