Lemons

When life gives me lemons,

I squeeze them ‘til they’re dry. 

I do it fast because they die.

I have a bucket of decay, And I pretend it’s okay, 

That lemons always die, And I squeeze them ‘til they’re dry 

This poem is about: 
Me

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