Makin' Lemonade

They been makin' lemonade
all wrong.
They the graft.
They the graft of one snide tree
to another,
like pained lemon to cane,
without havin' to feel
past a gamey fame
meat market tray,
all stray
all day
sour,
wrapped in
crocodile tears
and crinkled paper
tinted - money green.
They been making' lemonade
all wrong.
Like it's flat all too soon.
Like they didn't have a choice
though they did,
swallowing fizz with the biting bitch
of another's sick
in love with bubble bulldozers
and nothing much good
and never left the school yard
propaganda.
Viva my heart
and Viva those
who been makin' lemonade
how it should be.
Cut the strings on noses
attached in the air to nothing
but pretend and  forgetting and pulpy
kickbacks most wouldn't think of as food.
I'll be makin' lemonade like this...
like I made it myself
Like I didn't have to do it how he said
Like i can face any direction and that direction is enough....
Because beautiful means
Viva Love
and that is all you should have done.
Viva my Heart
and Viva yours.