A woman that suffers for her art, but nobody questions my ability to deliver.
No oasis here as the heat drapes itself without mercy, and this desert leaves a thirst that needs satiating.
Red hot, on and on, raging towards the highway leading to purgatory. Satan sits, luring me with tempting pieces, closer still to his altar.
I'm shopping at Macy's, New York, in fierce heat, waiting for an eternity in the juice queue.