The red hot sun tires out
For too much fire coming out of his mouth
He’s hot headed man in pressure
A taste of his fist he assures
But let the moon calm the beast
With a table filled with a sumptuous feast
Let the night’s caress
Ease the day’s stresses
A relaxing kiss
For those aching fists
Let her wind’s cooling gust
Give to him what is just
Her smooth hands embrace him with shiver
And a blanket of darkness that tucks him into slumber
Let the fatigued rest
For soon he will once rise
For there’s a new morning
With work he needs to be doing.

-Forever Feeble