Oranges make em happy, pops like no other color, they tang. Apples, crisp and sweet, red and substantial. There is no either or, they are not exclusive. The fruits should be mixed, the colors should be blended. The taste of fall, the tint of the season, the odds and ends.
To be twenty, when the decades were looming. Twenty more and you're in the soup, simmering, the dinner half done, salad enjoyed, entree on its way. Appetized and hydrated, ready for the order, the main dish will be delicious. Only order envy can ruin it now, but don't let it happen. Get what you like.
The practical woke joke is on us. It's not funny, there's no humor, it's all been set up to humiliate and embarrass. A trap, a booby trap! Step lightly, fully aware, the punkers are on the loose, looking for people to punk, looking for suckers and gullible fools, the unsuspecting and tuned out. The asleep.