This summer day is terrible, My body is inoperable.
The temperature is 78. Sandals or shoes? choices I hate. The sky is too bright a blue, The suns cruel rays burn right through. And those few clouds take no shape- My imagination they do ****. Oh the flowers bright with bloom All the colors a painful flume.
Bees buzzing a hellish tone Within my kingdom? so near my throne? I loathe the children and their cheer, The slightest thought so hard to hear. Yet to be ******* by the sound- of people running, No solace found!
For no one cares no, not for me Bound to chair while you are free.
My body is inoperable, This summer day is terrible.