As Marge Simpson
turns green your vision shifts
to see a meteor like missile
heading down to earth.

A mountain of green
so high
like thousands of words
for a lullaby.
A monster rises
from the debts
coward in eyes
with spikes
on
it’s head.

When cut you bleed
yet not red
but yellow.

Of all the things
it could have been
called it was called
Pineapple.