It's hot, dammit
Oh, what to do?
Honey and mint tea,
At home, like a shrew...
Who knew?
I'd like it more,
If it were with you...
The shoes of working
Have torn sinew,
And the dogs howl
At the sight of the dew
Let us not wake again
Until everything's used
What's left could be
Psycho-stripped truth...
The tea leaves tell me
I need a good screw
Written July 24th, 2018
Copyright August 1rst, 2018. Robyn Eggs. Original content.
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