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.
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