by Profe Steve
My steps get slower. My fearful heart beats faster As my vision swims.
Sweat pours down my face. My shirt is stuck to my skin, My shoes are melting.
I must find some shade Before dehydration kills And my bones are bleached.
Second degree burns From my scorching steering wheel And seat belt buckle.
Finally make it home And sprawl in the dark coolness Of A/C magic.
*** I think I just saw a pair of hobbits walk by carrying a ring.