Lemonhead

Lemonhead Lemonhead your taste is too sour to my tongue, Your lemon zest has the power to twist and contort my full pouty lips, to pucker-up like two crooked lines of an equal sign. You’re a liar, a fink, a worthlessly fake human being. If I could smell you, your odor would stink and repulse me. No wonder you cower in your dark corner, sucking your red throbbing thumb. You are nothing but a useless lemonhead, no one cares to eat.