spring when you shed clothes
reptilian crawling out of its skin
urges to challenge might of sun
bake yourself to reddish lobster
and talk about your pain at work
some are basically not impress
drive your topdown then it rains
but it won't roll-up, gears worn
then you finally got it working
you look up to ask for some more
clouds play deaf ears on you; left
brightness staring at your head
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