Angry Lemons
Late last night
without any reason
I opened the refrigerator door
I stood and stared
waiting for something
Unaware of what I was looking for
My bare feet cold
bright eyes blind
and my dilemma quite unsolved
In the distant void
of my living room
I heard my name was called
"In a minute"
I thought to answer
to my cousin's voice
I'm looking for the juice
of angry lemons,
The lemons have no choice.
But lemons
don't get angry,
as every child knows
So I took my sunny
yellow anger
and my chilly toes
Into the living room
where I was called
to hold on to the baby
Without any anger and
without lemon juice
I sat there going crazy
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