In this town,
In which I reside,
You got two choices:
Heatstroke or burned alive!
In this place,
In which I live,
You can pray for rain,
But heat is all you'll get.
As the heat increases,
And time goes by,
The heat fries your brain,
So, you stumble around until you die.
And in the end,
What has there been?
You, turned into a single spot,
As the temperature rises, yet again.....
The End.
6-30-23
©skintech
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