So hot that it melts me
and me,
not in a foundry, but
in an open place
it's like a fireplace
a river of sweat rolling down my face,
not on its way to some serenity at sea
it's
just
soaking me.
and now the ice lolly
I thought would be jolly has
dropped clean off the stick
making me sticky
I lick me
it tastes of strawberry.
Man feels like a snowman i
melt
let me go man
so hot
and now a spot in the shade of a tree
I
think a dog started ******* on me
no rest for the wicked.
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 9:28 AM UTC
So hot that it melts me
and me,
not in a foundry, but
in an open place
it's like a fireplace
a river of sweat rolling down my face,
not on its way to some serenity at sea
it's
just
soaking me.
and now the ice lolly
I thought would be jolly has
dropped clean off the stick
making me sticky
I lick me
it tastes of strawberry.
Man feels like a snowman i
melt
let me go man
so hot
and now a spot in the shade of a tree
I
think a dog started ******* on me
no rest for the wicked.
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