Can you take away the heat?
It scorches and it hurts and I can hardly see,
What difference does it make? Just a little bit of heat,
Please take it away.
Stop blistering and start living instead of lazying about in that gloomy state.
Soon you’ll be away to a bleaker place.
Mama says that I can’t think straight;
She looks upon my bold face
And takes a shower.
To relieve the heat.
It’s hard for me to write about the present
And not the past
It’s hard but next year it’ll itch less.