to go in poetry

sometimes I feel like that
one lonely token cherry tomato
in the middle of a fast food salad
just kind of floating there
in a sea of iceberg and dressing
two pounds of chicken and cheese
two more pounds of buttered croutons
and then there is me
a squishy little overripe cherry tomato
just kind of there for show
just to pretend that it’s healthy
to be discarded with the plastic lid
on the way out the McDonalds door
I always feel bad for that little guy
but I never eat him
they’re always bitter watery and
mostly just skin and seeds
I want to be supportive of him but
sympathy only goes so far
they taste awful, of course
what did you expect from
a salad from McDonalds, though?