This heat wave makes me question
Whether or not I want to be an adult
All I want to do
Is hide in my basement bedroom
Ignore the heat and the sun and the day
And not feel like I'm burning up
In hell on earth
I live in pg
After all
I know what hell is like
This is simply hell part two
And I don't like it
If hell were cold
I'd thrive
This though
This fiery bullshit
I'd rather hide in my room
Get fired from my job
And disown the world
Than go outside
In the inferno
Again
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Poetry Book 5
PoetryThis is the fifth installment in the random poetry compilation. There is no rhyme or reason to the poetry; it all exists together. If you've been here a while, you'll know that after 100 poems, there will be another book. I normally rant about my co...
