Making me squirm as your juices river down my throat.
Our reactions give you reason to gloat.
You win every time when I try to keep my face straight.
Your juicy goodness always seems to be used as bait.
Its not fair that your bigger than a lime.
And compared to an orange, you are a dime.
Continually added to create an extra flavor.
But not too much, just a cutoff sliver.
I squeeze your wedge and mouth-watering fluids shoot like a cannon.
One to be feared and to be loved, the glorious lemon.
I feel it creepin’ as it moistens my skin.
Back when Winter blew it contined to be thin.
But now so thick I could punch through this plaster.
As the days grow longer it only gets faster.
Like beads of dew off my hair when i rise in the morning.
The man on T.V. gave me an impartial warning.
The moon chills while his brother blazes.
We can’t help but go through these phases.
It’s just something that can’t be beat.
I’m dying here, alone in the heat.
I want you to Auscultate cause this is Esoteric for that one family
Im trying to oppugn against those who are killjoys
Cause they dont realize that their guidelines are superfluous
It seems the whole house has turned to a Gerrymandering
Its Apodictic that there is no Ahimsa
One day i will Sternutate on your Glyptograph
And their specter will be in an amok sennight after sennight
The better stop to bloviate before i defenestrate and hear that gardyloo
Let them have a trichotillomania and have some sort of zoolatry
They’ll be changin their balbriggan with their constant bruxism
Ill make life one giant haboob
Its Facinorous how im endergonic
Lookin like a Telamon on a tor where I got everything I require
From my costermonger to a man with his didgeridoo
And of course the one who gives me a kef
Cause we are both mooncalfs forever in a undulation
The one who I was able to inveigle
And when together our hearts are infrangible
I do not Floccinaucinihilipilificate this writing
Here’s a story for Thaumatologists
