The World’s Greatest City (of Stink, Humid Heat, and Complaining about Things)
The world's greatest city, they say
heat, humidity, and stink all the way
How do we get fooled into this
Who convinced us that this endless summer shit is bliss?
Get me out of this town
Get my face out of this frown
When will the winter come?
I say not soon enough
I want to complain about the gray fucking slush
snowbanks that resemble mush
Why cannot this city do any season right?
Why must I suffer this fucking plight?
Action, adventure, and excitement, they say
For now, I just wish all the greatness go away
Image courtesy of Salim Virji.