Name one bad mango flavored thing

I think, vitamins, tobacco

And the sticky fingers of childrens hands

I spend the morning following good advice

Collecting bits of orange desire

The squishy in my purse throws off my scowl

But no one will see this pretty leaky clementine

Is sweetness proof enough

To keep having babies?

Sweetness?

Then I got your note

You said you prayed I lived a thousand years

And that you hoped I’d suffer it alone

Abort my kids, they’d only hold me back

Thanks for looking out for me

Hadn’t it been for your honey-reddened failures

I’d still be ironing out my moral codе, not

Conceiving made up children to rеplace and defeat you

With such sweet revelating gladness

I am not the bad guy

Sweetness, sweetness

The apocalypse and its

Opposite will both be orange

Why not see it for ourselves?

What’s the point of easter eggs

If nobody finds them? What else

Did you learn in church today

Sweetness?