Come and Read
Sweating indoors like a waterfall
Don’t know if I can take it all
The world is suffering
Sweating
From the hot, hot heat.
From North America to Europe
From New York to Birmingham
We curse the sun
And the hot, hot heat.
Huddling under fans
Staying near the air conditioning
Can’t wait to say goodbye, goodbye
To the hot, hot heat!
A forty-something from PA. Lives with his father and pet cats (Tyrone, and Captain Admiral President Ninja Master Snuggy). Works part-time as a grocery clerk with the standard greater aspirations of not being a grocery clerk. Writes short stories and poetry when time permits. Other interests include reading, playing video games and revolution. View more posts
Studio CreatiV: The Writings, poetry and musing of an Angry Man