Keeping his mouth’s pain level in mind, he put more hot sauce on the chicken
Its deep red color promising pleasure mixed with the pain
Cramming a huge bite into his mouth, he felt his hair begin to seat
Knowing his stomach would be further wrecked with the moonshine chaser that followed.
Jumping around to the massive beat
As the band played on and on
Made them sweat out any bad vibes
Living day to day, depending on his luck for sustenance
Orbiting his need for money and his need to be creative
The two pulling in opposite directions, their tidal forces ripping him apart
Today was a day where art and hunger went hand in hand as he painted
Every ounce of his imagination was placed on the canvas stroke by stroke
Revealing a mixture of magic and his soul, bound in sweat and paint
Yet it didn’t sell, leaving him destitute and feeling like he lost at life
Sounds dancing harmoniously within her soul
Oozing the gospel of the human experience like the sweat dripping from her pores
Never missing the beat of her nervous heart
Giving a moment that connected all dots, all the people, all the experiences
So much angst when he stepped onto the platform
Cold sweat dripped down his back as the numbers cycled
All of his hard work undone by pizza and wings on his birthday
Leaving him waiting for the bad news
Except when he compared the number to that of an NFL lineman, well then he was okay
Looking at everything to do in front of me,
It gets overwhelming and I begin to sweat.
So how do I attack such a formidable task
The only thing I can think of is start a new …
Cutting wood and working up a sweat
He fell into a rhythm that made the job almost pleasurable
Only his hands, his back, and his arms would claim otherwise
Perhaps it wasn’t pleasurable at all
Sopping wet shirt dripped onto the sun-dried ground
Working through the pain in her muscles, Lynn pushed harder
Every turn of the pedals carried her farther
Already she had gone farther, faster than she ever had before
This was just the beginning, but now she needed to hydrate
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Penny jogged down the block, her iPhone drowning out the world
Under all that workout sweat her blood ran cold
Someone had left a note explaining what she had to do to not be exposed
Her job was now to decide to murder or be murdered
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She was so hot just sitting there
Piquant personality bubbling out of her
It made his head sweat just thinking of talking to her
Could he handle the heat?
Yet he knew he couldn’t resist the burn
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Abdi Mohammed
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