Projucer

 

A bag of oranges,

apples or fruit.

You feel its a deal

to hold on your loot.

But check out the group.

There always is one,

they try to get rid of,

a fabrication.


Though not a juicer,

this guy's a ‘produicer’,

a catalyst of a kind.

Turning good to bad,

driving sane to mad.

Pluck it out!

This one should be mined.

Illustration and Poem by Mar Startari-Stegall, copyright 2019

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