031 - Hot

What the fucking hell

Have you just fed me?

What’s that awful smell?

Help me, I can’t see!

I feel like my heart

Is bursting out of my chest

I need some support

I’m not feeling my best

It’s very bloody rude

The number of times I’ve told you

I don’t like spicy food

You’re not Michelle Roux

My mouth is burning

But I’ve gotta see this through

I’ve got this great yearning

Yeah, I’m going to kill you

Your death will be glorious

And it’ll be funny

When I am victorious

Drowning you in this curry

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This poem appears in the book World’s Bestest Poetry Volume One, available from the Shop!