Hot !
it was delta hot
With only two choices . . .
for breakfast we had scrambled eggs
toast and hate
The postman waved as he
brought more papered threats
Taking with him all the promises of a better
day
The cut took 21 stitches to heal but it
let out all your will
Overwhelmed , the stars have all fallen
out of the night sky
The street sweeper comes and
washes them down the gutter
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 10:15 PM UTC
Hot !
it was delta hot
With only two choices . . .
for breakfast we had scrambled eggs
toast and hate
The postman waved as he
brought more papered threats
Taking with him all the promises of a better
day
The cut took 21 stitches to heal but it
let out all your will
Overwhelmed , the stars have all fallen
out of the night sky
The street sweeper comes and
washes them down the gutter
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