I'm stoned, eating a mango.
The fibrous material in the flesh
Squirms between my teeth like worms
in the earth.
I could've written a charming 'piece'
Involving these words,
Along with nostalgic descriptions of a youth gone by...
"Warm summer, fireflies at night,
Bright blue- and white-
Marbled skies
And grass so thick and fragrant."
To touch the heart.
But no! I'll state explicitly that these words came to me because I was stoned
eating that mango.
I'm stoned eating a mango!
Yeah, stoned.
That's how I wrote the poem.
(Stick that in your pipe and smoke it!)















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I fucking love mangos.
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The metaphorical mango, that is.
"I could try and fit in, write the kind of piece people would expect, but I'm not going to. I'm stoned, eating a mango."
The whole piece made me laugh.
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~Adreanna; now in the extra-spicy brand of crazy, for a change.
Go you! Don't give in to conformist poetry!
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~Adreanna; now in the extra-spicy brand of crazy, for a change.
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"The world is still a weird place, despite my efforts to make clear and perfect sense of it." - Hunter S. Thompson
[link] (Join the club....literally.
The defiance definitely is the highlight of this, though.
If you were sorrowfully eating a mango, instead of rebelliously, it wouldn't be awesome anymore.
SO GO MANGO REBELZZZZZZ4LYF3!
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Thanks for the fav.
"Eat mango, motherfuckers!"
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