Poetry

some random old thingy after working at the scan centre

written by: Chrome

I'm getting cold palms
cold feet
cold food
and cold shoulders

And I'm getting hot pants
hot breath
hot flashes
and hot tomorrows

When the worlds of hot and cold
came together
the giant Ymir
was created
and from his body
a race of giants
earth and seas and lakes
the sky
and dwarves from maggots
that fed on his flesh

I'm getting cold breakfast
cold turkey
cold showers
and cold looks
from your parents

it's hot and cold
we're somewhere near the middle

when the worlds of hot and cold
come together
it'll start over