Impertinent choosers
A speck or scar or limp would end up in trash
Why are people so picky about fruit and veg
When they themselves are imperfect
Everyone is a born sinner in effect
What right to require purity of everything
what snow white beauty has not a speckle
Whose smooth belly has not a navel button
Marble too smooth proves to be no foothold
It’s human to err, but divine to forgive
How dare you to bite an apple and live
It was not made for savor but forbidden
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