I had too many mangoes on my mind
to make a rational decision
about myself and
the proprietary methods
with which I interact
on a daily basis.
Those mangoes
were simply too juicy and complex
to worry about pressing matters.
I could have eaten mango
through a cattle drive
through a parlor trick
through a root canal
through a minotaur
until all known mango
in the universe
had been consumed by me.