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.