Crab apple…

We’ve all sunken teeth into a sour ball.
Aghast at its bitter depths of beauty,
Hidden too appall like human nature.
Loves no different than this tutti-frutti

These golden orbs halve rouge with pith
They’re shrunken skulls a coffins core.
With a taste alike, a dead suns, zenith!
O tang of death it’s rancorous, tariff…