Boiling Point
The kettle,
Sits and waits
Liquid state, a click, it's on
AWAKE
Like a dormant volcano ready to erupt, it's ALIVE
Turmoil is brewing.
The countdown has started
Panic-stricken I clear off the counter as it pulsates like the heart of a daredevil and maybe the kettle will ehhhh DETONATE
Oh I frantically search for the manual like a flesh eating cannibal,
Tick tock tick tock sounds the clock,
My head now a scene of mad confusion, as if my mind is a field and fans are ascending
Pure bedlam
Now in my limbs, I crouch find a half empty bottle of pimms
Cowar for cover
"Is it yet boiling point?" I ask myself
The fury of the kettle growing stronger and stronger like gods unleashing rage on an offending mortal
I cover my ears I'm drawn to tears
The sound of a steam of sneaky, slippery snakes echoes all around
My feet now on the ground thank god I'm alive
I need to revive my drooping spirit, I reach for the cup and Barry's Tea, the last two minutes of turmoil I need to clear it
I sip the tea it feels good inside me
Upon reaching boiling point it's the cure I'm sure you'll agree
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