I am nothing if not a mammal,
So un-amphibious it's increasingly unfunny.
I get hypothermia from this alien air
That comes and goes with the haunting
Smell of uncertainty.
Forget those fucking climate cliches!
What harm is there in sweating a little?
Even a toad will dive in head first
For a second to get a feel for where
His body should be, so what's keeping
Me from losing these clothes that
Keep my warm blood boiling at every
Minor adjustment on the stove? But
New creatures never eat something so unfamiliar.
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