i wrote this about a taco when i was stoned

the tomato...

the rotten fruit that disdains my palate and distastes those stubborn buds on my tongue, oh how i hate tomatoes. the pungent taste of that watered down hell-fruit seeping into my tastebuds, the familiar feeling of disgust and nausea washing over my being and disturbing my tranquility. 

the image of vomit plagues my mind as i try to chew the devilish "fruit" that haunts my crunchwrap supreme; but the taste lingers and i am burdened with these thoughts... this wasn't what i expected when i high doordashed taco bell...