Lemon

Rough on the outside, dimpled and coarse
Sliced in two made of many segments
Squeezed dry and squashed empty
Until horribly disfigured
Entirely unrecognisable
Crying tears of murky yellow into
Empty glasses made full by bottled fermentation.
Ultimately bitter
Unchangeably nasty
One part in 7 billion
The taste soon goes away
Dilute among a flavourless rabble
Who needs a fucking lemon.

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