Yes the misspelling was on purpose. As usual while high, my mind kicked into overdrive with mental pictures. I get these mental pictures sober, but never write them down. I had heard a gangster on TV say, "Eliminate him." Just from those 2 words, a whole animated poem/story came, hence this piece. I quickly got a mental picture of this big bad ass gangster with this huge bag of lemons, only to be confronted by a rival mob "family" hit man who took out his 10" long/thick knife--& slit the bag of lemons. The lemons spilled everywhere, & poof. The rival had been eLEMONated.
eLEMONated
By TJ
3/31/10
We are lemons
Full of misgivins
We are lemon--
Women and men
We keep our little children
We call clemens
Out of sight
Far out of everyone's vision
To stay alive
We can only survive
By guarding everyone
Under suspicion
No one can be trusted
Than to be up---
To no good
Our loss, our pain
Our crosses & shame
Will always be
Our predator's gain
Trust no man
Outside our little
guarded clan
To stay alive
We must adhere to that plan
So how can it be?
You're telling me
That somehow I am
Nobody else's property!
Nobody's slave?
It's written in stone
That from cradle to grave
Lemons have always been denigrated
To be less than anything
And everyone of the master race
Lemons have always been bought & sold
Traded commodities
Both young & old
From birth we were told
Separated from our families
Dominated, smacked around
Bound & gagged
Incarcerated, forever enslaved
No good can ever come to us
That's our fate
In order to survive
Nothing but indifference
Sourness & insolence
And even hate
We traded our souls
For emptiness, acidity, a
Callous skin-along with
A sour negativity
And a nasty ass morbidity
With only thicker & denser
Acidic layers of the same
We've become
Armed against a God of
Your so called prayers
We've got to adapt with
Protection against our
Scandalous slayers
In the Land where we’re owned
By the fruits of evil Orange mayors
Armed against such ignorance
And hateful betrayers
Inedible sourness & bitterness
Is how we are immunized against
A life of doomed desecrated dispay-or
To keep predators
Off our hides’
Not a one of us denies
Life is a constant war zone
We’re always under attack
Ever since time began
From Cave man to present day
Wars today with Iraq
Never have hope
That’s always been our schoolin
As nothing but a piece of property
Mothers assigned us, taught us
Not to be fools, we’re no tools n
Unwritten rules have always
Been our only schoolin
Can’t afford the luxury
Of a silly thing like hope
Never mind the excessive
Bliss of pharmaceutical dope
Useless, petty rich Orange bitches
Can ever only afford the luxury
Of oblivion, good for nothing but
Complaining, whining, frivolous
Depressive, useless self pity
They are truly the most insidious
And by all rights are pitiless
A waste of air, a waste of space
We lemons have our senses
To discriminate & have refined
Brutality to an art of sour
Conspicuous & subtle variations
Of vile & poisonous hate
That suffocates, slow or fast
We’re sharp mercenaries with
The power to discern since we’ve
Segregated, separated from
Emotions & silly feelings long ago
Lethal citric acid is our blood that flows
Sour & sickness very dour with
Physical fitness, to rarely witness
Our true capacity of mental quickness
Pretending to be dumb
Is a skill we have on our side
Although unspoken, we take
Occasional pride, when granted
Satisfaction to rid the world of
Useless, silly inbred rich Orange cunts
Self absorbed, shallow ladies nobody wants
Too bad the world can’t ever know
Who dealt & got away
Delivering the ultimate blow
Indulging fleeting moments
Of our former master’s agonizing surprise
Never suspecting, by 1 of our hands
Many Orange master tools got tried
For the death of some scanky wives
Too bad they couldn’t of known
It was one of us that had ended lives
Of some treacherous newlywed brides
Some Orange masters sent off to prison
And others times not
Without feeling much of anything
Is precisely why we rarely got caught
In order to stay alive
On despair & cynicism we thrive
Shrewdness & indifference
Are one & the same
Constant vigilance & protective
Insolence are the game
For no good deed ever goes
Unpunished by wicked greed
The sooner we learn this reality
The wiser & more likely to see
Another second, minute, hour
Day, month, year, or week
Either way at best
Our future is bleak
Now our world has been
Turned inside out
Don’t know which way is up
Or which way is down--
Just like that
We never think first
We always act
Until after early one morning
We were packed up & sacked
By our latest master
80 of us tightly packed
One second as slaves
We hear roaring gunfire
And heard someone shout
Our captor is a liar
“eLEMONate him!,”
Last thing we heard said
And then just like that
The sack was sliced
And busted open
Our captor’s Lemons
Poured out everywhere
And scattered fast & ten fold
Then hearing wicked laughter
Lemon’s screaming
We never scream!
Running, & hiding
Accidentally falling into
A seemingly endless pit
Floating upstream
One morning discovering
A beautiful scene
Sunshine & fresh air
No poisonous atmosphere
Of toxic dread & despair
Taking us by surprise
We all knew & thought to BEWARE!
Don’t know where we were
Or where we are-
And no time to care
Doing what we must
To stay alive
We stayed out of sight
Until earlier today
After hearing the screams
Of frightened lady Lemons somewhere
Uh oh! The gig is up
Fully expecting to be
Owned again & enslaved
And once again we’re
Thrown a loop
By those we are being detained
New & different Oranges
Acting different, but look the same
From our old masters
Of our past nightmarish disaster
Hearing explanations,
Confusing chit chat
Going on about
No one is a slave here
And how Lemons are free
To come & go
Within the laws
Of a free Orange society
Free to work,
Free to act as we please
No catch
Topsy turey describes it best
Kept under lock & key
Under arrest
And now you tell us
We are free, this is not a trick
Or a cruel test
Work all day
Settle down with our families
No more worries of being bought
Or sold as slaves
Because we are Lemon
Women and men
Raising children among our kin
And now we are free
Because you say we have somehow
Landed on a free Orange colony
We don’t understand it
But today’s a completely different reality
Because we are Lemon
Women and men
On an Orange colony
We are free Lemons
On an Orange colony
eLEMONated
By TJ
3/31/10
We are lemons
Full of misgivins
We are lemon--
Women and men
We keep our little children
We call clemens
Out of sight
Far out of everyone's vision
To stay alive
We can only survive
By guarding everyone
Under suspicion
No one can be trusted
Than to be up---
To no good
Our loss, our pain
Our crosses & shame
Will always be
Our predator's gain
Trust no man
Outside our little
guarded clan
To stay alive
We must adhere to that plan
So how can it be?
You're telling me
That somehow I am
Nobody else's property!
Nobody's slave?
It's written in stone
That from cradle to grave
Lemons have always been denigrated
To be less than anything
And everyone of the master race
Lemons have always been bought & sold
Traded commodities
Both young & old
From birth we were told
Separated from our families
Dominated, smacked around
Bound & gagged
Incarcerated, forever enslaved
No good can ever come to us
That's our fate
In order to survive
Nothing but indifference
Sourness & insolence
And even hate
We traded our souls
For emptiness, acidity, a
Callous skin-along with
A sour negativity
And a nasty ass morbidity
With only thicker & denser
Acidic layers of the same
We've become
Armed against a God of
Your so called prayers
We've got to adapt with
Protection against our
Scandalous slayers
In the Land where we’re owned
By the fruits of evil Orange mayors
Armed against such ignorance
And hateful betrayers
Inedible sourness & bitterness
Is how we are immunized against
A life of doomed desecrated dispay-or
To keep predators
Off our hides’
Not a one of us denies
Life is a constant war zone
We’re always under attack
Ever since time began
From Cave man to present day
Wars today with Iraq
Never have hope
That’s always been our schoolin
As nothing but a piece of property
Mothers assigned us, taught us
Not to be fools, we’re no tools n
Unwritten rules have always
Been our only schoolin
Can’t afford the luxury
Of a silly thing like hope
Never mind the excessive
Bliss of pharmaceutical dope
Useless, petty rich Orange bitches
Can ever only afford the luxury
Of oblivion, good for nothing but
Complaining, whining, frivolous
Depressive, useless self pity
They are truly the most insidious
And by all rights are pitiless
A waste of air, a waste of space
We lemons have our senses
To discriminate & have refined
Brutality to an art of sour
Conspicuous & subtle variations
Of vile & poisonous hate
That suffocates, slow or fast
We’re sharp mercenaries with
The power to discern since we’ve
Segregated, separated from
Emotions & silly feelings long ago
Lethal citric acid is our blood that flows
Sour & sickness very dour with
Physical fitness, to rarely witness
Our true capacity of mental quickness
Pretending to be dumb
Is a skill we have on our side
Although unspoken, we take
Occasional pride, when granted
Satisfaction to rid the world of
Useless, silly inbred rich Orange cunts
Self absorbed, shallow ladies nobody wants
Too bad the world can’t ever know
Who dealt & got away
Delivering the ultimate blow
Indulging fleeting moments
Of our former master’s agonizing surprise
Never suspecting, by 1 of our hands
Many Orange master tools got tried
For the death of some scanky wives
Too bad they couldn’t of known
It was one of us that had ended lives
Of some treacherous newlywed brides
Some Orange masters sent off to prison
And others times not
Without feeling much of anything
Is precisely why we rarely got caught
In order to stay alive
On despair & cynicism we thrive
Shrewdness & indifference
Are one & the same
Constant vigilance & protective
Insolence are the game
For no good deed ever goes
Unpunished by wicked greed
The sooner we learn this reality
The wiser & more likely to see
Another second, minute, hour
Day, month, year, or week
Either way at best
Our future is bleak
Now our world has been
Turned inside out
Don’t know which way is up
Or which way is down--
Just like that
We never think first
We always act
Until after early one morning
We were packed up & sacked
By our latest master
80 of us tightly packed
One second as slaves
We hear roaring gunfire
And heard someone shout
Our captor is a liar
“eLEMONate him!,”
Last thing we heard said
And then just like that
The sack was sliced
And busted open
Our captor’s Lemons
Poured out everywhere
And scattered fast & ten fold
Then hearing wicked laughter
Lemon’s screaming
We never scream!
Running, & hiding
Accidentally falling into
A seemingly endless pit
Floating upstream
One morning discovering
A beautiful scene
Sunshine & fresh air
No poisonous atmosphere
Of toxic dread & despair
Taking us by surprise
We all knew & thought to BEWARE!
Don’t know where we were
Or where we are-
And no time to care
Doing what we must
To stay alive
We stayed out of sight
Until earlier today
After hearing the screams
Of frightened lady Lemons somewhere
Uh oh! The gig is up
Fully expecting to be
Owned again & enslaved
And once again we’re
Thrown a loop
By those we are being detained
New & different Oranges
Acting different, but look the same
From our old masters
Of our past nightmarish disaster
Hearing explanations,
Confusing chit chat
Going on about
No one is a slave here
And how Lemons are free
To come & go
Within the laws
Of a free Orange society
Free to work,
Free to act as we please
No catch
Topsy turey describes it best
Kept under lock & key
Under arrest
And now you tell us
We are free, this is not a trick
Or a cruel test
Work all day
Settle down with our families
No more worries of being bought
Or sold as slaves
Because we are Lemon
Women and men
Raising children among our kin
And now we are free
Because you say we have somehow
Landed on a free Orange colony
We don’t understand it
But today’s a completely different reality
Because we are Lemon
Women and men
On an Orange colony
We are free Lemons
On an Orange colony
