Hello. I’m pineapple, and I’m angry. I’m done with the demeaning ways of the people.
I’m an underrated fruit. I’m sweeter than anything that came out of your mouth. I’m juicier than the gossip you share with each other. Ice-creams, candy, juice, so many things originate from me. Unlike you, I have given so much happiness to people worldwide, while your idea of happiness is to order food, click pictures of it, and upload it on social media.
I have never done any harm to anyone, and yet here you are, insulting me. You don’t like pineapple pizza? Good! But why drag me into this? It’s not like I appeared in your dreams, and told you to! It was your idea. Own it. Don’t insult me with your Pineapple Pizza references.
Like I said, I’m pretty underrated. As far as ice-creams are concerned, mangoes, and strawberries are given more preference. As for candies, it’s always orange. I have only lost. The least you can do is be grateful to me. But, no! You refuse to be good. You’re filled with hate. You’re also filled with a lot of junk food, none of which has anything to do with me.
You’re flawed, not me. You are the one who reads Rupi Kaur poems, which are nothing but a sentence divided into four lines, and you’re so touched by it’s beauty, that you go to a movie theatre to watch a meaningless, no script, “timepass” Bollywood flick that makes Rupi Kaur look like Maya Angelou! Pretty sure if Rupi Kaur wrote poetries on Pineapple, you would avoid them. If Shahrukh Khan was romancing a girl who sells Pineapples, in a film, you wouldn’t watch it. Even an Item song featuring Pineapples would fail to impress you.
I’m done. I’m so done with all of you. bye!
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