no, I don't care for the sun.
I don't care for the summer months
that blind me with heat.
I fall asleep so easily
with the runners passing by.
even now, it's nearly autumn and they run past
at 5:28 in the moring.
jesus ****, go to back to bed.
but I suppose they
could just as easily say the same to me.

go back to bed, you purpose
driven *******.
go back to bed.
go back to bed.