Out of the sweat that covers me
Wet as the seas from pit to pit
I thank my t-shirts cotton sleeves
For their loose and easy fit.

Caught in the hell of the noonday sun
I have not complained or made a sound.
Now dulled by exhaustion that has come
I’m in a pool of sweat about to drown.

Beyond this place of endless heat
Looms the horror of the chill
And yet the menace of being beat
Finds and shall find me very ill.

It matters not how hot the day
How charged with punishment my fate
I am always sweaty when I play
And that’s why water sure tastes great.