Plum like a Lemming

Feather of a drought
if you could only scout
foreshadow the fires
to braise the cows.
Token the allegiance
of a severed government
to call forth the loudest
and idiotic machines of
war to blast apart the
insurmountable strip-tease
bicentennial feces.
Plummeting facts
screw over the fruit bats.
All they want are lemons.
Citric acid is for the best
of both worlds.
Sour are the hearts of
people, sour are the
guts of evil.