ONE ROTTEN ORANGE
(ode to the goblin market)

Beginning with one small infirmity, others call a dent.
"Should be sweet!" he told us, who sold it to us.
A dollar for an orange, a rotten one.
We didn't see it, its goodness displayed-
Its sadness strategically hid.
Like the influence of comrades is strong,
We had to toss it out.
"Show it to him", who sold it to us-
May he return a - new
An orange which isn't blue

But all the same its fur fazes me!
No such fibre in its peel, nor
vita C or is still there?
as it stills, in solitary despair.
awaiting judgment and exchange,
I'd have tasted before to spew it out.
One such orange, one such exchange
One such chance, one such purchase.