Your Lemonade Poem by John Sensele

On your doorstep dangle lemons
Which your mind metamorphoses into sermons
Converting moods into lemonades
Your alter ego converts into grenades

You lob on your foes
If foes fiddle with your toes
Assuming such acts earn you pride
Which by default trips the ride

On which ego-tripping embarks
When your bridled brain barks
Like a deranged dingo
You fantasize stews you into the gringo

Who lives inside your skin
Under which floats the napkin
That cossets fantasies lemons lumber
On you at moments dementia sneaks on you soporific slumber

From which you seldom awaken
If you dare not mistaken
Lemons for millstones
Dealing your fate sallow stones

You seldom discard
Whether you drop your guard
Against such amistake
In case mercy on your fate pity doesn't take.