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.