POEM: Surfing The Heat Wave

Surfing The Heat Wave

While surfing the heat wave
I peer into my horror scope
Is a beach?
What is there to sea?
The age of Aquarius in retrograde
Mercury rising
Is it all a mirage?
Whew, is this global warming
Or am I really this hot?!
The err conditioning on the fritz
conspiring with scientists
Channeling the whether
Those men in white coats
Will get me carried away
What do we need?
For everybody to “NO”
You don't throw stones in greenhouses
Just by entering our atmosphere
You'd get all burned up too
It's only meteor logical
Yet they persist
Whining and dying
Crying out, “The sky is not falling”
End this “Oh zone” thing
Well, I've taken my last chill pill
Popped in my mouth
Too many times
Their clenched fists
Counting their green
To save them
Wile the rest of us
Patronized
“Don't sweat the small stuff, sunny”
Well, I'm not buying it!
And all I get
Is this gaze thing
At this point I'd settle
For icy stares
And climb it
Skeptics
You can bank on it
Until you lose your
And fine yourself
With polar caps
In your ass
Having iced them
Wading for
A rising tide
To raze your shit

This one is for all of you out there withstanding the latest heat wave, and, of course, for those climate skeptics who occasionally lose their cool too.

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