The Squeeze
A garlic fiend with malice rife,
Squeezes lemons, ends their strife.
In citrus tears, his spite unrolls,
A wicked tale of flavor molds,
As sour drops embrace their plight.

Yet in the gloom, a new taste stirs,
For bitterness can shift and blur.
With every drop, a secret’s known—
A subtle strength in sour’s tone,
Transforming sorrow to flavors bright.

In time, the fiend becomes renowned,
A lemonade baron of the town.
His violent touch, a prized delight,
Turns bitter strife to sweetened light.
With every glass, his fame is crowned.

In ref to Job 21:7-17 – Why do the wicked live on, prosper and grow wealthy?

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