It’s Hot

It all seems like a Dali painting,
Everything around steaming and melting,
The days are hot the nights are humid and slow,
The street lights through the haze glow,
People are moving as if through a cloud,
Each engulfed by a wet misty shroud,
Your brain works in neutral just to survive,
Doing the minimum just to keep you alive,
Visions of beer cold and plenty,
Are on your mind nineteen out of twenty,
Everything becomes a chore, hard labour,
Don’t know if I am me or my neighbour,
I shall just relax today wait for the heat to go,
Maybe till December wait for the snow.

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