God hates Cherries
Life is like a bowl of cherries.
At first glance it looks great.
Then, once you’ve eaten the good ones,
all that’s left are those shriveled up lumpy ones.
After a while you start to get sick of cherries,
and the lumpy ones start to get old.
You start looking for alternate ways to waste away your cherries,
And they start to collect larvae.
You start to run out of cherries,
Now that you’ve wolfed down most of the lumpy ones.
Suddenly, life drops some rocks into the bowl,
And you start to cry.
You think about throwing the cherries out,
But god tells you if you do that you will go to hell. To eat lumpier cherries.
You start to wonder why god hates you so much, or rather,
Why he hates the cherries so much.
Once you find a theory you feel satisfied with,
You feel prepared to wolf down your final handful of cherries.
You hold up your handful of brown, mushy cherries and open your mouth,
But the cherries fall out of your hand and you slip into purgatory.
You feel your body rising,
And you walk into the light where you see…
A box of Chocolates.