We are still floating
It's hard to believe it was six weeks ago
you could wade to the stadium
Or even float

See that Dixie cup
As the wind did blow
Go floating by half full of ***
Hey, Somebody, get me a boat


Now the fans are here like every year
it's a hundred degrees
With humiditiy so thick
It's like a sauna

Can't go outside for fear
It'd stop everything that breaths
I'd be an oil slick
Like Gulf Shores' birds, beach, fish & fauna

I'd like to go out west
where the air is clear
But I  can't 'till I'm done with my book
So it's back to the grind

It all put me to the test
Of what's important & dear
And then there's the arsonist crook
Waiting in jail until a sentance they find

I can't say I've got good health
But I can say I did it to myself
So until I can put my book on a shelf
I'll keep my head down & stay in my shell