Honest to God,
I have been getting too many lemons from Life.
It is getting quite irritating,
Because the lemons are just rotten and disgusting.
No one buys the lemonade I make,
And my business hasn't flourished since 1969.
This is all for naught,
And I would sincerely like it to stop.
These lemons are too far gone,
I don't want them.
I am too tired to deal with these never ending crates.
My arms and hands ache,
My joints have become too rigid,
To squeeze the juices out.
So please,
Kindly stop sending me lemons.
For I am closing down my business,
Once and for all.
YOU ARE READING
Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
