According to my phone, it feels
Like
it’s one hundred four.
The
heat attacks the minute
That
you walk outside the door.
In
places where they’ve never
Had
to use a/c at all,
There
simply aren’t units left
To
heed each desperate call.
I
have a little country house
Where
fans once did the trick,
But
in this heat we packed and left,
Back
to the city, quick.
So
now in my apartment
I
am stuck, but I’m no fool –
I’ve
traded in the great outdoors
For
someplace nice and cool.
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