Summer all the time

Weather man go home, you’re fuckin’ drunk,
What rain you’re talking about, I have to debunk.

I love a great warm day, no trouble about that,
Just when Hell arrives, warmth turns to heat-excess.

Weather man go home, you’re fuckin’ drunk,
You want me to believe, we all are soon alright?!

If alright means flaming red, or over baked black,
Then we’re indeed fine, becoming dish alive!

😀

 

 

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