How is it that I live in earth's inferno? Me, with my English soul that longs for cool mists and gentle breezes. Who can think of hot tea at a time like this? I must state the obvious here or go mad.
it is hot.
incredibly freaking hot.
oppressively hot, absurdly hot.
I LOATHE TEXAS SUMMERS!
there is no relief
only sticky, sweaty grief
no delight in outside play
no enjoyment of summer vacay
only the desire for cooler climes
a choked thirst for sweeter times
a thundercloud, oh joy!
no, gone. cruel and coy.
the cicadas grind their teeth in "song"
i hear their gnawing all day long
chiggers, mosquitoes, fire ants
how DO you get inside my pants?
and the sun - immodest, obnoxious beast!
with a smirk he emerges from the east
baking, burning, boring in
a blazing tyrant in the land of men
and his spawn, the heat
she pants and sweats and throbs and beats
suffocating all in her throaty embrace
i'd like to smack her arrogant face
to revolt against such ungodly weather
i must stay inside until november
born and raised here, 'tis true
but will not stay here, i promise you
AAAAAAAAAASDLGHLK$@(#*&%(&*UH(*@#&$~!
Is anyone out there feeling me???
Okay, I am better now. :)
