The emo orange and the careless apple

A cut and a slice
And its short life is ended
Juice spills out
No way to be mended
Genetically engineered
No mom or dad
To be grown really small
And very, very sad
Orange had a life
And some seeds to be grown
but Apple didn't love him
So he took the peeler on his own
And now as the birds peck at his rubbery skin
They taste the sweet liquids of his fruity sin.

A/N: Wow...so I wrote this poem for my friend for her english class, cuz she was too lazy to write all the poems she needed XP It was inspired from a very funny flash movie I had seen the weekend before I wrote it, and the fact that said friend and I had made our own little emo orange. As a matter of fact, we have pictures of it stabbing it self with an orange peeler.