Orange

Sometimes sweet,

Sometimes bitter,

Sometimes both.

An occurrence between red and yellow,

Complemented by blue,

Desired between greens,

Connected by pith.

Juicy by name, juicy by nature.

Or even just juice.

An audible vision, a taste that IZ felt; and truly smelt.

It IZ a dialectical understanding; to be understood dialectically.

To be Orange IZ to be divine.

To be individual IZ to be Orange.

Every segment IZ repeated only once,

Yet I drink your concentrated juice,

An in-authentic authenticity.

LIQUID IN-AUTHENTICITY.

SOLID IN-DIVIDUALITY.

Humanity stands in red and yellow,

The sacred can only be found in the juice that has been deduced. The reversal of a process known as juicing.

No bits,

All the good stuff.

Pulp IZ the individuality consumed only by the utterly IN-SANE.