Soured Extract
NOTE: This is old, and simply kept up for archival purposes.
Sizzled in sun's embrace, the sourness absconds upon taste.
The pearly plastic unconciously bitten with the human's softened canines.
Spoilt apples extracted on the ground with thousands of running animal's feet.
Mass-produced juice walled into a paper box, a child's treat.
Hurling flagrant voices: It's fake, counterfeit, a decoy.
The desire expires, all unwanted, time will only make things worse.
Shoved into asphalt with weather's breath, all amidst only with foes.
Instinctual seeking of companionship, believing to be pleasing is beguile.
Burrowed in ludicrous lies about getting fixed.
Written based off a character named Juice box