You’re just being cruel
We did all we could
To pretty things up
Trying our best to clean up after you
But it’s a lost cause and we know it
Tree-loads of leaves are down
Seeds strewn around
Berries rotting on the ground
The sidewalks are all sticky
With odd fruit no one wants
It’s cold
Getting fat is making sense
Already, some of us have given in
Frost and cold fog
Chase away birds
You’re holding summer hostage
Isn’t that enough?
Not only that
When I walked out the door
You threw my hat in the dirt
And your killing spree
Goes on and on
I know for a fact
The doe on the highway
Was innocent
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– text by Tullio DeSantis