How Interesting
Hot street and my soles are melting
Not a soul in sight and what a sigh of relief as my feet are on fire
A stroll across the sun would be nice today.
The echoes of dripping sweat make walks more interesting
...How interesting
A kick beat and the rubber is cracking
They are well worn and tempered...like a domesticated dog...
Or some kind of funny sex machine that is lacking
The sight of dripping soul sweat makes conversations more interesting
How interesting...
Blazing dwarf and my laces are breaking
The Latch written and torn...
I’m surprised I haven’t tripped yet, my legs are aching
The feeling of worn sold soles makes spent time more interesting
...How interesting
No time for lip service as my converse are broken down
What a day I had on the sun that I could recount as I smiled and walked around
I thought I should have stayed home, I thought I would be bored
Oh, I thought that I would be so bored
But walks around the neighborhood make life more interesting
How interesting...
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