Oranges

Oranges are tiny little planets
They colonize dust and cat hair
Like Pioneers & Sailors
Going off to who-knows-where
Below the surface, they hold more
Something inside, like a core
It's a planet orbited by a grape
The lemon sun
And yet, I tear it
Piece by piece
Eating it like a beast
It is a living thing
Like a bird egg
And embryo I eat for breakfast
I'm as bad as an ogre
I thought I was better
A handful of seeds
From a defenseless flower
I can eat about 60 dozen in an hour
Does it make me evil?
I'm unsure
I should probably just finish eating
And get back to work.