local celebrities hang out their car windows & yell things at me.

and with that half eaten apple,
I threw my problems in the trash.

Only problem is that I bought
a bushle of 'em at the store.

Ya, those inhibitions were a dime a dozen.
Never one to pass up a good deal!
I'd aquire one on a different day.

My choices were as follows:
eat it
make applesauce
shoot it off someone's head.

"This is almost absurd", said the baker.
"preposterous", chimmed the locksmith.
"unequivocally ridiculous", negotiated the grocer.

dig down deep, really deep.
kick that dam down with
Chun Li's Spinning Bird Kick.
allow the fluid to drain out,
tilt it to the left a little,....
there ya go. Good.
There they go, apple cores and all.
See, told ya so.