Sweet was the scent of summer's sweat
Dripping down with no regret
A swelter swore to swat me dead
But still I genned, defiance fed
Swung and swayed in sticky heat,
My steps a mess, but none too neat
The swarm would sweep, but I'd not fret
For every sting, a sweeter sweat
Swat the gens and swat the lies
Sweltering artefacts upon my eyes
Sweet ss, and sweet the threat
All of it soaked in stubborn sweat