I absolutely love this change in weather,
It is no longer sweeter than this meter,
The meter that you put money into,
only to find out, it’s broke and it’s no joke.
No joke cuz, you have no more funds.
This weather starts cool,
Feeling like your lover kissing your neck,
tingling feelings crawling up your spine,
Ah heck, wind that machine,
keep winding mother earth, this is not a dream!
Coolness is over as heat rides it’s way,
Riding to the highest, but it’s my dismay,
Sweat in the back of my straps,
As if I am a hippo with no fucken neck!