I remember last Friday night
Though it was peak summertime
It was winter on your Ladymatic
Your friends partied hard like rockstars
Thank God it's Friday
Summer fun saturated the air
But it's the winter cold you breathe
That explain why your lungs froze
Why your heart was heavy
Your mind zigzagging in your skull
Your emotions been rode upon like tar
There was traffic gridlock on your chest junction
Mostly of 18-wheelers
And your eyes rained like the days of Noah
Pathetically, superman is a fiction
Perhaps he would've saved you from those
Ruthless 18-wheeler drivers.





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