I’m tired of Summer, its perpetual rain
I catch myself hoping it’d just go away
It’s too fucking hot, or maybe, too wet
Can’t wait till September is here to pet
I’ve waited for Fall, its exquisite palette
I wish I could burn, like leaves, my regrets
Night’s air is crisp, perfumed by the smoke
Its fleeting appeal weighs on me like a rock
Tomorrow’s New Year; Winter’s on stage
White to indigo, it holds keys to my cage
Effervescent poison bubbles like a river
My mind goes ‘round, a vile twisted killer
Spring’s timing’s off, too late or too early
It awes with pastels, its nature’s too girly
But people act stupid, people are vicious
Allergy-addled, they crush all my wishes
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(c) JG — 2022
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