Perspiring all the time
Like summertime Irish
When our ever steady temp impishly surpasses the 25 line
Dancing for dimes on the tip of a pilum, above a fire
They’re all laughing, throwing fives, having a riproaring time
Could care less whether I survived or caught fire and died
Perspiring all the time
Always aspiring, something higher
Sirensongs guided me to the top of the Spire
Throw in your CV, never know who might hire
Who cares if you haven’t the experience in life
Nice tie, smooth talk, do nicely
Most importantly, lie.
Alchemisland 
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