I arrive it's over whelming and hot
Bees are coming and making a big mess
How do I past this devious plot?
Through these times you feel like you need a rest
Stinging and stabbing I cannot take it
I suck it up and try and tough it up
All the pain and wounds from the stings and hits
I go to my special place in Europe
I look up and notice where the hands lay
So slowly as the third hand moves and moves
It is almost the end of this rugged day
When will it come, it's the feeling that soothes
Thursday has been on crazy night at work
Like being impaled on a dinner fork
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