PERSON Poem: My Sweet Lemonade, by Haleigh Dixon

Always irate
Never chaste
Laying waste
Like, cut and paste
Ever-present
Incandescent
Incessant depressant
Acting prepubescent.
Sour
Acidic
Trauer
Bromidic
Bitter
Bullshitter
Yeah, I hit her.
Created a stir.
Not really a blur.
I concur,
Your mind is as solid as vapeur.
I’m trying to with it, but I just might spit it.
You’re potent, my Sweet Lemonade.
Now I’m sure the pulp of my chest will mature.
My wrath, I will choose to detour.
Though I’m secure, I’ll fight with fervor.
You better cry for an ally.
My Sweet Lemonade.

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