Three little orange pips

Three little orange pips
were sitting in a spiral strainer,
waiting to catch some fresh air
and smell the soil outside too.
°°°
Once they had a house,
with plenty of luxury.
Sugar present at a distance
merely a few milli-metres away.
°°°
Now the master (& mistress) have relished the sugar
and discarded the uninteresting pips, frivolously,
in a drain frequented by many a researcher
up in sala de estudos at LEMeB.
°°°
The pips might meet its kith and kin,
in the very recipiente do lixo organico,
Should the luck favour it, for the
mood of the person might be a turbulent one too.
°°°
Meanwhile, the pips are smothered with soapy water,
with coffee waste and fat globules; And,
It shall await eagerly for that moment when a benevolent soul cares
to place it out in the open to germinate, amidst the bougainvilleas and the country grass.

PS: The pips are a storehouse of energy. They could be used to generate energy in not -so-rich countries to obtain energy. Full text from PNAS here.