Poetry of a Conlanger

Thursday, June 09, 2005

Sweat

Dripping,
Sticking,
Melting.

Smelling,
Begging for a breeze,
Disgustifying.

It makes me want to
peel
off
my
skin
and dump it in the freezer.
(Nikki says that's kind of morbid.)

But it's true-
I'm melting,
and not because a hot guy
is standing
next to me, either.

Damn schools built in the 50s
without
AIR
CONDITIONING!

3 Comments:

  • that, makes me hot. ;-)

    By Anonymous Captain Obvious, at 6/10/2005 11:41 AM  

  • woah!
    lol, well I'm glad someone liked it...guess at the previous poem, if you would.

    By Blogger delalyra, at 6/10/2005 12:28 PM  

  • gahahahahahahahahahahaha

    I remember that poem...French class...right after english final...blech squared

    your were right...I got an A on it by the way...finally got around to paying for that damn book.

    By Blogger Nikki, at 7/11/2005 8:52 PM  

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