Go into the sand, cell-phone in hand, but with no bottled water
Big Sun-I praise you, the only one that can k** me with pa**ivity
Lavaging, as you pour down invisible d**h tentacles of no mercy
Blood rushes to my head
My knee hits the hot earth
The heat-it burns!!!
My pores, Blood boils- Skin peels as you....
DIE!!!!!!!!!
This adventure I regret as d**h tears into me from above
My body-now a well I've abandoned for modernity
This cell-phone can't save from the swelling dunes that wait to cover my charred corpse
My flesh cooks-insipid, and is ripped apart by vultures
From severed eyes I take a final look into the sky
Radiance blinding as it gives-and now takes
YEAH!!!!!!!
Will they miss me Monday morning