Just because the sun is hiding behind the clouds doesn’t mean that the warmth is too
Sat in this carriage like an aubergine in salt
A yuppy in a sauna
A spider in a vault
Nobody’s fault per se but can I just say that opening a window feels like a revolt
Ladies with their good hair, dry brows everywhere
Boat race cobbled and nobody cares
And that’s fine
This cretin is of a different kind
The colder the body the soul more divine
But surrounded by lizards who’re scared to breathe
To inhale our commuting peers is more pleased
I’m as naked as I can legally be
My buttons are as low down as not to be a sleaze
My sleeves are all rolled up, set my arms free
But still the air is stifling and suffocating me
Why is this body so unnaturally hot?
Sounds narcissistic but I swear that it’s not
But I know the way the wind blows if I open a window would make me the foe of all my fellows
This dripping man understands that I’m different
This sweating ham won’t want to bother you
Yesterday every window cooled and blew
Just because the sun is hiding doesn’t mean the warmth is too
Nytheone Matt 