People say Nature is indiscriminate.  
And that the weather is unknowing--
merciless, yet without malice. 

I say fuck that shit.  

The heat supports rape in third-world countries; 
the heat hopes all the news is bad.  

The heat hopes your neighbor gets a new Cadilac, 
and that you get thrown out on your ass.  

The heat makes your parents dissappointed, 
and keeps your lover dissatisfied.  

The heat makes your pets sulk; 
the heat drops all your calls.  

The heat enjoys ticks and bed-bugs, 
and rubs blood and salt in your eyes.

The heat is a girl who wouldn't screw you; 
the heat is a debtor who flouts your calls.

The heat relishes remembering moments 
that shrivel up your pride.

The heat is a lousy TV dinner, headache, 
and an empty bottle of wine.

The heat is heartbreak and failure; 
the heat is your mother tired.