1d
Solar rays penetrate my skin like thorns
2. Here I lay here barbecued; a bottle of water would do me no justice
3. The land, turgid, the labour, seemingly unyielding, but onwards i press
4. I work regardless of the mental turmoil I endure
5. Nothing to prove, everything to gain
2. Here I lay here barbecued; a bottle of water would do me no justice
3. The land, turgid, the labour, seemingly unyielding, but onwards i press
4. I work regardless of the mental turmoil I endure
5. Nothing to prove, everything to gain
there was a Barbeque lays snack bag and discarded bottle of water where i was sitting (lunch hence the title and line 2) while on my break from work
