Welcomes indeed to the rising sun,
an eyepatch fucker blessed to rain heat
a tidal wave of heartless blistered air
nuclear semi-shock of exhalted explosion.
Soaked in sweat, dribbling water,
remembering whethering worse weather
and praying for that bastard to set
while pondering the insanity of sweaters.
Living like a hillbilly hodgepodge
happily met with tight stagnant air
stuck in the sky crossed room,
we are feeling less like “human”
much more like baboon.