The Banana Confession

My convictions are not to be taken lightly, For I have been forsaken by both heavenly and earthly merits. Who I am is nothing but a failed product— A rotten fruit in a cluster of good ones. How could an all-seeing turn a blind eye? Am I being neglected Because I don’t mirror His flesh? What I did was out of necessity. Is it wrong to answer the call of my flesh? Is it wrong to follow the command of my instincts? Why give me a key when I’m bound to live in a closed box? Cool, dude. But what are you here for, though? I... I killed my brothers and sisters. No shit, dude. That’s sick! So, you, like, “go bananas” over them? You... get it? Like, because you’re a banana and... you get it, right? I pushed them out of the cluster so I could ripen faster. How about you? What are you here for? Hate crime. I was just bored, really. I love torturing limes, dude. I hate them, like, for real. We lemons are better. Maybe it’s their color— Such an ugly color. Their bumpy skin, Their sour breaths, too. makes me want to vomit. For some reason, I feel enraged whenever I see those ‘limers’. I love plucking their eyes out And taking their seeds without killing them in the process. I let them heal a bit so I can do it again. And then I— Dude, stop. You need God.