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Apples and Oranges
by Arthur Simone |
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The dead King Tauntalous resides deep in the depths in the deep depths of Hades. His thirst overwhelms him, he stands in a pool of water. He stoops to drink, the water resides. Above him hang fruits. He reaches for them and they wither. His hunger is great. Unrequieted mouthfuls of longing. Fruits. Fruits of the earth, sometimes forbidden, often sought after. Apples and oranges. I like to eat apples and bananas. Apples and oranges. Tits and ass. I like to eat. Tauntalous reaches. They wither. I reach. That's the one for me. I saw her first. I sought her first. I sought her flat tits, whithered ass. I stoop to drink from the lips and they reside. It's there, you got it, you won. Game's over, first prize, apples and oranges. Apple's got worms, I just know it does. Oranges... I can't think of a goddamn thing that rhymes with orange. Purple? Silver? Aim high, yes. Be all you can be. The few the proud, tits and ass. Young, firm, tight- Tauntalous- old, withered, sagging. Aim high. Reach high. First prize, what you sought. Never enough. I won, I got it, the American Dream, Captain Ahab got his Dick, Long John Dong John Thomas Silver got the combo plate. Kid's meal with treasure. First prize. Was it good for you? Was it as real for you as it was for me? Apples got worms. I found God, and he was nothing but an old withered man eating cold pork and beans out of a can who was allergic to cats. I asked King Tauntalous and he said fruit and water. I asked King Midas, and he said gold and riches. I asked God, and he responded apples and oranges, apples and oranges, apples and oranges as he ate those cold pork and beans out of a can. One in the hand is worth two in the bush. Tits and ass. Apples and oranges. Stoop and reside, Reach and wither. Once you've climbed Everest, where is there to go? Down. Down in the depths, in the depths way down. Unrequieted mouthfuls of longing. I like to eat apples and bananas. I like to eat.
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