Dear grape peddlers,

Perhaps your grapes are lovely

Perhaps they are divine,

But don't you see im not interested in grapes

At this time.

You are quite persistent,

I will acknowledge that.

But lurking with your hopeful

Heart that I'll convert to appreciate them back..

Its a waste of time you see?

Take your grapes to someone else

And please leave me to my peace.

What is a girl to do with folks like all of you..?

And it feels disconcerting to find to my surprise

You've gone and filmed your grapey feedings

Now available for other people's eyes.

Stranger still is the ones you took

Feeding them to me as I sleep...

What is this urge you carry

That requires my approval of

The grapes you proudly feed?

I dont know what to tell you

How about an allergy?

Those grapeskins leave me itchy

And uncomfortable, you see?

If you insist I give you feedback

Than i will openly admit

At least you arent violent,

Aggressively pelting them in fits.

But don't you ever worry,

That someone may not agree

With the choice

Of being a grape pusher

Stalking me?

If you need some validation ,

Its not about their size.

It isnt about how juicy

Or the color which they are comprised.

Yes, they are good looking.

Someone sure will agree

But keep them to yourself

Especially while im sleepy.

One more thing to consider,

Is someone in sobriety

For those grapes are the gateway to

Intoxication

Which for me equates

To calamity.

Sincerely ,

~Bothered by Grapes