My kiwi doesn’t want to die
But he must, if he wants to make the world happy
Surrounded by his jealous peachy relatives
He skips and plays among the fruit
Until at random a cherry appears
Stopping the kiwi at once with its tears
Until the knife cuts right through his skin
Multiple times, until he is sliced thin
The cheers from the crowd are louder than the screams of the kiwi being pushed into the pie mix-I push once and the kiwi bites me, and rallies the ranks of its sweet army.
Set to destroy me, the kiwi puts itself together
And pokes my eye out with a twizzler, a black one that tastes of broccoli. I open the fridge and an army of garlicky breadsticks parachute from the top shelf using leaves of lettuce screaming obscenities at the pill covered floor.

I swear I was half high when I wrote this XD

Randomnes writing is what I do best, I think ^_^