If the food that enters your mouth is too delightful, you were numb and inexperienced, a virgin, but your lips tasted it, the soft flesh of fruit, the fragrance, such a delicacy, if it’s too delicious, for the starving man in the desert, it can break it, the sense of reality he's been building, the walls that tower over the city, his understanding will crumble, and he'll go crazy, the height of heaven's pearly gates, on his lips, he may not understand, quite how to handle it, in many ways, this is why heaven is forbidden, not to mention the tribulation of tasting it, just your neighbor, watching as you caress it, would his heart care to bare it, wielding an axe he’ll break into your room, all work and no play, it makes Johnny a dull boy, red rum, spirits filled, with the culmination of emotions, hard work and effort, blood, sweat, and tears, humanity, our plight and our suffering, for someone to consume the fruit that it’s bearing, blasphemy, calls for crucifixion, maybe don’t ask, don’t tell, it’s uncomfortable to know, the burden of knowledge, it’s not that enjoyable, for horns to be growing, a demon was birthed, because a man saw what his neighbor was eating, live and let live, you and your daughter’s lips, don't care, live, laugh, love, we may all be doomed to go to hell...

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