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HERE TODAY, IT’S AS HOT AS HELL
Today’s America
is “as hot as hell”; and it’s
not just that of natural nature;
but also due to her political nature.
If today’s combined bombing heat wave
is a warm allegory streaming of real hell,
I’ll be damned if I’m letting myself be sent there!
I’m going to join others in their cooling labors of love,
warming up the demise of today’s political injustices:-
Yes, it’s time for all of us to realize
that although we can’t control the sun,
we can control the political sons of injustice.
It’s now time to air conditioner power mongering:
Thus, it’s coming time to turn on voting temperature:-
Susie’s cheeks glowed, her face burning with desire
She began licking her ruby red lips with expectation
So sure tonight was going to be THE night
Susie had waited so so long for this moment …
She was certain she wasn’t going to be disappointed
When she saw me her pupils dilated
She was feeling hot, so damned hot
Beads of sweat began to form on her brow
Her long dark hair stuck to her forehead
She brushed it away with a flick of her hand
Her pulse rate quickened
She reached out and held me in her hand
Her probing fingers examining every inch
She opened her mouth
Pearly white teeth gripped and she bit so hard
YES! YES! YES! YES! Her fiancé screamed,
He knew how much this moment meant to her ….
After five years Susie had finally won the National Chili eating contest!
Contest – How hot was it! – John Lawless
07~23~15
When I was a child, my cousin and I
Joined my aunt to see concerts designed
To expose kids to music and all of its joys,
But only the classical kind.
At a nearby café, where we stopped for a treat,
Hot chocolate was made and prepared,
From a chocolate bar heated up in a pan
With some milk, which we happily shared.
It’s remained in my memory bank all these years
And on some rare occasions, I crave
Such a cup, though I know it won’t equal
That one that my mind chose to save.
Still today I decided to give it a shot
And I stopped at a place where it’s sold,
But my order was met with a shrug and, of course,
Here’s the message that I was then told:
“We’re out of hot chocolate. There’s none to be had.”
I guess fate stepped in to prevent
Me from drinking a cup that could never compare,
In my mind, to the slightest extent.
As a caboose is to a train,
September is to the summer.
The train finishes with red,
the summer also finishes with red.
Red from the hot days,
red from the painful sunburns,
red from barbequing over hot coals,
red showing off the long pretty sunsets.
Like a bear sleeping through winter,
I would love to sleep through the summer.
When the hot summer is over,
when September ends you must wake me up
Oh yes,
I want to see the pretty fall colors.
The trees are dressed in golds, oranges and rusts,
the squirrels are having fun playing tag,
as they hide their nuts for the winter.
The very hot weather is gone until next year,
a cool breeze covers me like a soft blanket.
As September says good-bye until next year,
winter will set in with cold winds.
Old sweaters will come out ready to wear,
as a new one or two will be bought.
What a magical time of the year,
holidays with family, friends and food,
celebrating one year out and a new one coming in.
In the mine of silence,
within the furnace of pain,
a burning soul, prepares for
a tremendous explosion!
The mantle rocks fractured
by the tremors of turmoil,
seething like fire at the
bottom of the inner realm.
Dust and ashes surged forth,
emerging to be blown out
as a spiraled ember gust,
that set the sky on fire!
Condemnation and omission,
Repression and oppression,
-what more is needed to splinter
the inner walls of a helpless soul?
The hidden defensive feelings
spewed out as soot and dark smoke. Suppressed hopes and cries
burst open the chinks of the soul
like a crackling fire!
The boiled over aches of the soul
scalded the unjust,
The outraged blaze charred
the unrighteous people!
Tears, thick with grief,
in the womb of the Earth,
melted and streamed as hot lava
to pursue the wicked, and coiled them
like a squeezing python!
The suppressed sighs engulfed them
like black smoke that suffocates.
As the fuming flames swallow them,
the fiery mountain erupted
for the salvation of that vengeful soul!
Hot pickles are better than a cookie;
That crunch such a perfect sour bite,
sinful taste please feed them to me;
My palate prefers fire to candy,
oversaturated leaves me contrite;
Hot pickles are better than a cookie;
They’re more than a little bit spicy;
Tastebuds left in afterglow all night,
sinful taste please feed them to me;
Always going down so easily,
the sweat on my brow a delight;
Hot pickles are better than a cookie;
Let’s ignore wading in gently,
cannonball dive is doing it just right;
Sinful taste please feed them to me;
Give me heatwaves no talking sweetly,
I’ll devour flames whole just for spite;
Hot pickles are better than a cookie,
sinful taste please feed them to me.
The Cubs are still winning
In fact, they're red-hot
Out of 17 games, they've won quite a lot
Out in L.A., they took five out of six
even for a great team, a very good trick
Let's trust that a hot start in April
doesn't lead to a fade in May
or that proverbial swoon in June --
Leaving fans fuming
come dog-days of August
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'Red-hots' refer to hotdogs sold by vendors at the
ballpark: "Red-hots, red-hots: Get your red-hots
here! Wash 'em down with a beer!" ... 'Red-hot,' of
course, refers to a team playing well and winning.
Bike to ramp and from ramp to tree
In just a second you can feel the hit
Hanging midair is a time of glee
Adrenaline rush with teeth a’grit
Grasping his precious jewels
The tens unit clung
Crank that cruel switch to eleven so
His unborn kids will know he was stung
A blindfolded face, cigarette tastes,
Tighty-whities, and a Big Mac burger,
A boxing glove hits a fragile place
So he screamed that his meat was murdered
Hot sauce dares with a barren gut
The bottle beckons, its all for good fun
Capsaicin will rain hell upon his you know what
Chug the demon’s drizzle and the damage is done
Office chair races down a favorite hill
Speeding down through memory lane
On my way towards a hefty dentist bill but
Jackassery is always worth the pain
Rock fights in mud is a childish leisure
With a soundtrack of chuckles and thuds
Growing up simple and hollow is a pleasure
When your friends are a bundle of duds
An old trail hand came upon a man,
His wagon was stuck in the mud.
He asked the man if he needed a hand,
He said thanks, my name's Delmar Crudd.
Well hello Crudd, I'm Benjamin Fudd,
I'm just your common Buckaroo.
I'll help you Crudd get out of the mud,
But you'll have to feed me when I do.
That sounds like a plan you old trail hand,
I'll take all the help I can get.
Once out of the mud I'll feed you Fudd,
We'll eat as soon as the table is set.
With a push and shove and help from above,
Crudds wagon was finally free.
Once the table was set, Fudd finally ett;
And rode off to the West towards the sea.
Then on the next day and well on his way,
Fudd came across a man with three wives.
Shared his water with wives, sons, and daughter,
The man said thanks, you just saved our lives.
We'd like to feed you and if you need to,
You can dally with one of my wives.
Said I'm a Mormon, named Edgar Norman,
I live by making and sharpening knives.
After he fed, Eds wife joined him in bed,
Oh what a night for Benjamin Fudd!
You can make a bet, he'll never forget,
Fudd was fed better by Ed than by Crudd.
Oooohh! You cruise to the beach.
You cruise to the sand.
You cruise all across this land.
Oooohh! And when it gets hot.
You find the right spot.
A spot with lots of shade.
Oooohh! And when it gets hot.
You find the right spot.
Where the water's clear and fresh.
Because Oooohh! It's a very, very, very hot day.
And the water just cools you down..
Cools you down..
Cools you down..
It's a very, very, very hot day.
And the water just cools you down.
Cools you down..
Cools you down..
Oooohh! You cruise to the Sun.
You join in on the fun.
View the desert along the way.
Oooohh! And when it gets hot.
You find the right spot.
A place to cool it down..
Oooohh! And when it gets hot.
You find the right spot.
An oasis near the sand.
Because Oooohh! It's a very, very, very hot day.
And the water just cools you down.
Cools you down..
Cools you down..
It's a very, very, very hot day.
And the water just cools you down..
Cools you down..
Cools you down..
Beach Lyrics by Kim Robin Edwards
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