The kettle's boiling,
trying to catch up with
the weather.

And I've felt that in
the sweltering
some
weight has been dropped,
him on the back row
( the heckler)
someone else chimes in
with yeah,
off your shoulders and
onto your ****.

But there's always one and sometimes they come in twos,
who's telling this story?
I reply

one of the hims,
shouts,
some lard ***
who should be put out
to grass.

I'm going fishin'
or I could be going mad,
jeez
I might even be going
Vegan
and that would never do.