Avoid the sun if you can,
It will bake us all if it could,
It beams down from on-high,
And slicks the sweat across our skin.
I cannot fathom how it gets so warm.
Lay an egg upon the ground,
And it will be a hiss.
Put out a block of wood,
And it will burst into only ash and flame.
Go for a single stroll,
With a plastic piece of anything,
And it will not be in one piece,
By the time you get it back in the door.
That’s how fucking hot it is.