A man can idle wonder

The meaning of his life,

Is there such a greater answer,

Or’s survival its one true strife?

And so it may be asked:

What separates us from animals?

The dogs and cats and bears?

We all feast on Mother Earth

The Apple to our pear.

The raspberry it may be

Is just another fruit,

But lies hidden in its bobbles

Lies another truth;

The answer to life’s question,

How are we so special?

Is not so deep or thoughtful

Or bounded by the devil.

It can be summed up by the raspberry

It’s shape of many mounds,

It’s endless grace and reddish face

Gorgeous to no bounds

Perhaps it is that vanity

Gives humans their condition,

The beauty, prose and poetry;

Life’s but one big fiction.

Look upon a raspberry

and some may see a fruit,

But others see the greatest, be

Where beauty has its root.

– Ciaran O’Neil, raspberry-rapping revolutionary

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