Yeah Summer
The line goes, “Now is the winter of my discontent, made summer by this son of York.”
This is my summer of discontent made horrible by the heat and humidity, possibly created by the oil industry our government and apparently cow farts. Locked into this fool’s cycle, I’m pressured to use more oil fueled energy to cool myself, I see no way out, sleep is impossible in an apartment where the temp is 86 and the humidity is 60%. Yet summer is 3 months, perhaps I’ll work out something.
1 year ago