Welcome to the summer
of discontentment.
We have salt and sand,
sour wine.
Dried lake bed,
the skeleton of a forest.
We have something,
you might want to hear.
Some good news that should
make you nervous.
Welcome to the place
of your refreshment.
We have a lawn
that lasts forever.
The sprinklers mist
runs down all the way.
We have something
you might want to see.
Look at your face, you're glowing!
But drop that mask and find another one showing.
Looking at you it makes me wonder,
Was it a move or was it a blunder?
Look at those tears, nothing will be the same.
But when the flood has gone, what remains?
Thinking of you makes me worry,
what rots away you rebuild in a hurry.
>>7745118
The way I use rhyme
should be a federal crime.