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The Fruit of Cool

The fruit of 
cool 
is dilution 
by bland 
influx. 

The fruit of 
cool 
is unguided 
youth 
with 
an 
unprovoked 
taunting 
irritating 
after school 
tongue. 

The fruit of 
cool 
is silent 
“trying 
to make the 
best of 
a fecal 
event” 
anger 
from 
elder 
talent 
now 
drowned 
by the 
useless 
muddy 
flood of 
part time 
poseurs. 

The fruit of 
cool 
is 
rotten, 
utterly 
recognizable 
by the smell. 

Ahhh…the ignored 
stench 
of warning.
The Fruit of Cool 

The fruit of 
cool 
is dilution 
by bland 
influx. 

The fruit of 
cool 
is unguided 
youth 
with 
an 
unprovoked 
taunting 
irritating 
after school 
tongue. 

The fruit of 
cool 
is silent 
“trying 
to make the 
best of 
a fecal 
event” 
anger 
from 
elder 
talent 
now 
drowned 
by the 
useless 
muddy 
flood of 
part time 
poseurs. 

The fruit of 
cool 
is 
rotten, 
utterly 
recognizable 
by the smell. 

Ahhh…the ignored 
stench 
of warning.