Heat Wave's Coldest Disposition
Coming out of a cold season
Which I admire
Going into a warmer season
Causing me to perspire
But I do desire this warmer season
I claim and commit to spring
Speaking of a seasonal special emotion
The next season causes me to have
A melt down of considerable disposition
And yes, cook an egg on the hood
Of your car. Even to hot to barbeque.
I'll take that cue excuse me.
I despise the season, SIZZLING
SUMMER, when cold lemonade is
Worth more than a fifty dollar bill.
I'm liable to stick my head
Inside of a grocery store freezer
As the store clerk says chill man its
Not that bad.
Perspiration touching the eyeballs burning.
Hungry for the coldest winter, yearning for
A crystal clear tall glass of frigid AIR!
there's a boiling point of perspiration in creases
I never knew I had.
Where is the first snow flake I'm wishing for?
Copyright © Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther | Year Posted 2017
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