Who is that lemon-eyed monster Staring at me?
Such an acidic look
Makes my face melt
You appear to be an orange
Yet you taste like a lemon
The only tree in the forest
Behind my fence
That offers what seems edible
At first glance
Yet makes the tongue contract and swell
A betrayal that only the camera can capture
As you snicker at the unsuspecting
Even the birds and bees are smart enough
To avoid you
My love for lemons
Cannot be consummated
Because of your cruelty
I spit you out
Watch you molder in your antagonism
Yet you manage to get in the last laugh
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