An Ode to a Pineapple

*DISCLAIMER: This poem is simply about a pineapple that someone once bought. Any resemblance that it may have with Justyn's car are purely coincidental

An Ode to a Pineapple

Pineapple, my friend.
How wonderful you look,
You came to me with a promise of ripeness,
And I cradled you to my chest

Why is it, then, that you turn on me?
What did I do to deserve the bitter taste you have produced?
You have done nothing but cause me trouble.
From hell I received you, and to hell I shall let you go.

Your leaves, once shone in the sun,
Now prickle me and cut me like thorns.
How many segments inside of you are wrong?
Who can count the grains of sugar required to create a good taste?

Without you, I can do nothing.
I am stationary, helpless in this world of movement.
With you, I am nothing.
And I remain static.

Pineapple, my enemy.
How terrible, how merciless you are.
After all I did for you, the price I paid,
And you can do nothing but fail me.