the time has come for you to fall
you fucking ball of liquid scales
protected by a shroud of shade
ive watched you spray your shit for months
wondering who is the prick
who picked you up
scattering venomous rays
of serpents flickering tongues
along the pavement hissing
through those sticky teeth
cottonmouth wide with thirst
i curse your dawn
and crush your eggs
my toes are webbed with yolk
you must be medusa's head
this burn is what you spoke
go back in your bag i beg you
let me praise the onset of your dusk
hush your mouth, bitch
i defy your stare
even when you get the air
thick as stone
Oh Summer sun
you are prone to fall
and for that...
i am thankful
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