Hot

HOT

Wow, is it hot

chillin I’m not.

How can I make up the time that I’ve lost?

What was wrought

with this furnace you brought?

Did you think about what this would cost?

You think it’s okay

to burn up this way.

I tell you you’re out of your mind.

We’re humans I say.

We can’t live this way.

Now you’ve got us in a bind.

Turn off the heat

these temps we can’t beat

My flowers are going up in flames

I’ve used all our sheets

I’ve stomped with my feet

Still I can’t douse or contain;

This insane conflagration,

Stirs a terrible sensation,

That makes an end to refrains.

Stop for chrissakes, it’s hot!

 

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