Sun Lotion.

The desert sun.
Burns my white.
Indigenous northwestern European skin.
Destination.
Somewhere over the rainbow.
In the Sahara desert i presume.
Sky bluer than the bluesiest blues song.
Sun hotter than the hottest woman i have ever seen.
Sand drier and harder than a swollen thirsty tongue.
The colour green non existent.
Only a two tone colour does exist.
Blue sky and brown sand.
Oh i forgot.
The orange yellow sheen.
Of the hot burning sun.
Four colours.
Aint i lucky.
I wander aimlessly.
In somewhere over the rainbow in the Sahara desert.
As naked as the day the hour the minute the second i was born.
My skin now cooked.
Like a tasty Christmas turkeys.
Overcooked and crispy.
If a hungry camel seen me.
It would have a tasty meal.
Somewhere over the rainbow.
In the Sahara desert.
I am in deep trouble.
Very very deep trouble.
My skin now redder.
Than an embarrassed teenagers face.
I will keep you posted.
On my predicament.
Somewhere over the rainbow.
In the Sahara desert.