Hot night
Studying and tracing cracks and lines on the ceiling
Optically racing the cieling fan blades
Wondering where the hell that breeze is at
Making convo with the spider at work in the corner
Distracting it from the fly dancing dangerously close to her web
No such thing as chillin at this moment
Fan only on for the background sound
Tick tick tick tick
The fly don't give a shyt
© Haakim Understanding 2017

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