Burning Red

I'm burning red.

The heat from my sweat is hurting my head.

The words are like birds in a nest searching for worms in my head.

Terms are like curves, they squirm and they bend.

I wanna be firm when I burn like a trend.

Like when you turn to a friend and be absurd and offend, and they return with a blend of words that commend.

I got verbs like a hen giving birth to an egg.

Like at church when the sermon ends.