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• Artiste: Danny Saucedo
• Titre: Apple Poem
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First and foremost, it's about having fun Yeah, you could say it's about health and safety Unpicked apples grow heavy with potential Crash hard like a bomb metaphor in a bad poem about love Littering the road with potential health risks which Can only be solved by pulping apples with baseball bats Causing an even greater health risk in the form of a sticky carpet of appleguts and skin Which nature sees fit to mitigate with a clear yellow-and-black sign that reads “Don't walk on this patch of homemade applesauce if you are allergic to bees Because you will definitely die here.” Yeah, you could say this apple is somebody's head And then you can grow increasingly frustrated as Sport imitates life And you whiff to exhaustion While your enemy's soft cranium Smashes against the ground like so many Babylonian babies Thanks in absolutely no part to your valiant attack on the air And if you couldn't swing-and-miss at apples You'd pitch yourself chunks of concrete or bottles of shampoo And if I ran out of paints, I'd smudge the pigment off a Fuji Or like Superman forging diamonds, I'd pressurize Pink Ladies in my palms Until they became lumps of pencil lead Or I'd pull out my canines and carve our names in the side of a tree Before we hoist ourselves up into the canopy to shake down More apples than we could ever eat-or-beat into oblivion Yeah, you could say this is pure nostalgia A bunch of beta-males reliving their glory-nevers Remembering that beyond competition And asshole coaches And giving up Saturday morning cartoons There was a fun game and there was joy in being part of a team Yeah, you could tell the man at bat That he's just venting his frustrations Because you can't hit kids anymore Because you don't get to renegotiate your place in the social hierarchy Because you don't get paid enough for this shit or Because “there's no gonna in pussy” But if You want to tell a frustrated man holding a stolen baseball bat That his life and his problems are banal to the point of transparency You are both a dick and a huge nutsack And you are, most assuredly, doing it wrong because First and foremost, it's about having fun