Lemon Eyes I’m gonna squeeze my eyes
shut
I’m gonna make like they’re lemons
and strain their contents
into sight for to be comprehended
by my brain.
Strain, eyes, strain!
Squeeze your lemon juice
intensely block what you saw
in into inside me
and when I understand
and laugh at the crazy world
the laughter will taste sweet
in my mouth
upon my toong
sweet like lemonade
and the realization
that the crazy world
is cruel as is crazy
will taste sour
and hence the eye-sucker
will, too, proclaim a pucker
for sucking at your eyes
is sweet and sour as lemonade.