Heatwave

Taking over everyone, everywhere,

they can’t seem to stop.

Melting their brains into mush 

They’ll play till they drop.

When they lose 

they don’t give up.

Which I guess is good, 

But also not.

But when you win,

it’s the greatest feeling of all.

All that hard work,

finally paid off.

You’ll be thankful,

that you never gave up,

as for your brain,

I think not.

You’ll have forgotten how to walk, 

forgotten how to talk,

you’ll even have forgotten,

how