Fortunately, No

It was hotter in here that I was willing to admit,
and I was going off the rails,
off the handle,

nothing looked straight,
or right,
or in its rightful place,

it was all getting twisted,
even my synapses,
and the things I wanted nothing to do with,

but the steam was rising,
higher than anticipated,

and I kept pushing my lips up,
and my nose,

so I could keep an even keel,
and stay up with those in the periphery

with those--