Sweet, Sweet, Lemonade

by: Haleigh Dixon

You’re potent.

Sweet, Sweet, Lemonade.

Always Irate.

Never chaste.

Laying waste,

like cut and paste.

Ever-present.

Incandescent.

Incessant depressant,

acting pre-pubescent.

I have to test it, but I must stress it.

You’re potent.

Sweet, Sweet, Lemonade.

Sour.

Acidic.

Trauer.

Bromidic.

Bitter.

Bullshitter.

Yeah, you hit her.

Dear monsieur, I concur, your mind is like vapeur.

I’m trying to “with it,” but I will quit it.

You’re potent.

Sweet, Sweet, Lemonade.

I am sure, the pulp of my chest will mature.

My wrath, I will detour.

Although, I am secure, my passion is not obscure.

I will fight with fervor.

You better cry for an ally,

Sweet, Sweet, Lemonade.