One day to myself I said
What if I were an apple, juicy and red
Crunchy Braeburn or Lady Pink
Would my heart sink
When a customer chose me
Be it a he or a she
And took me in his or her hand
And in a manner, judgemental, yet grand
Assess my worth
On this materialistic earth
Waiting to put their teeth into me
After paying my fee
Would I be willing to be consumed for a good cause
Would I wonder, brood and pause
Would I like to be one of their five portions
Would I be devoid of emotions
Or would I be pleased
On feeling their teeth
That I had served a purpose
Had not rotted as unnecessary surplus
Or would I smugly sit on the shelf
Saying to myself
It was I who began creation
And indulge in self admiration