Heat, You Whore

Man suffering from heat

Heat
You have me beat

You come around
and wind me down

Why?
Why must you do this to me?

Where is my love, my love so sweet?
My wintry woman of ice and sleet

Oh December!
I do remember

Take me away from this summer mess
Of all the seasons, I like winter best

But you say, "Tis not summer yet!"
Oh go fuck yourself and your technicalities

The city sizzles in heat and humidity
and you are concerned with the solstice date?

Are you not suffering summer's hate?
How can you sit there and face this fate?

Image courtesy of Heather Kennedy.


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Profile photo of MissAdviceMissAdvice
May 30th, 2013  4:53 PM

I love these Henry weather poems. Where is everybody today?


Profile photo of Mr. DotdotdotMr. Dotdotdot
May 30th, 2013  5:42 PM

The Oh go fuck yourself line is the point at which the heatstroke must have struck Henry.


Profile photo of WilltheDillWilltheDill
May 30th, 2013  6:41 PM

How are you going to make it through the next three months.


Profile photo of sarahbsarahb
May 31st, 2013  10:30 AM

Please tell me you typed this by banging your head against the keyboard.