I dreamt a dream of something strange

I hate mangoes.

I hate them with my very soul.

Mangoes belong in hell.

Why aren't mangoes already in hell?

Unless this is hell.....

Oh well.

Screw that parent fricking fruit!

So gross and sweet.

Something I shouldn't have to eat.

I was triggered by a mango.

It was in a place where no man should go.

They mentioned the devil orb.

As the spices it did obsorb.

I tasted the fruit of death.

Twas not worth it,

Now I'm high on meth.
(Lol not really)

I choked and I did die.

And now am baked into a mango pie.

Where the sinners doth rot and fry.

And the demon children doth surely cry.

For when I sampled the mango's flesh.

I knew I would never be the same.