problems in the sun's heat?
i'll let you get a piece of my mind.
for forty days, forty nights
i've wandered. thirty-nine days
and thirty-nine nights collecting
oil and problems for the gears
in my autonomic brain, and still
nobody came to rescue me
from this glaring heat, this desert
or the junkyard scraps that i was
let me tell you something -
you got your
i got my own
let's lay them
down and burn
those rusty scraps