Lemon Whistle

And now I'm sque-e-ezed.
I had no sun throughout the day.
I've tried to pray,
but have no knees.
Is that all
That saves your soul?
I question, question
Eh..Who would care?..
In that relation
To nowhere...

Whilst I'm guessing,
The Other side,
Let's call it Stacey,
Turns on the light.
I see her shadow,
She's getting closer,
I have no doubt,
I'm Under her disposal!
Ouch!! That wasn't a tinkle,
Ouch! And it wasn't a joke!
Then she starts just ripping
Off my blanket as to provoke
The other irritation
Of what I call myself.
And I forgot to mention:
My organs are not for sale!

...I couldn't do a thing,
Perhaps, not big enough..
But is That a way to be,
If small, you are at laugh?

She didn't really care much,
Just wanted lemon juice.
She couldn't help it, that was a -woach-!
I hope she ever will be loosed..!!

I'm just a lemon, not a soldier,
But no deny,-
I'm being tortured.
....Right... ..alive.