I heard your actions are
the start of a cold catastrophe
so I’m prepared, I’m
ready.
I heard you start off with
a warning,
rain fall like
surrendering knees,
trees like skin peels
and leaves fall – is that
my destiny?
You threatening me?
You ain’t even began and you colder than you need to be, it ain’t my fault winter is who you trying be. I told Summer to walk away, nicely, it’s not my fault she took it offensively. There’s jackets you know, don’t think your low temperatures gonn scare me, I was born to withstand sleet, so don’t even think too deep about trying to freeze me.
You know children hate you
right?
They say you’re that mean
back to school season
and I’m the one always
defending you,
you little demon,
but it’s o.k. you walk
away
and I’ll let bygones be
bygones,
I can forgive you
for coming off colder than
Simon.
You’re gonna be here regardless, we can pay each other very little notice or we could just get along, end this back and forth game of ping pong. Do your thing, I’ll do mine, despite your dire need to bring them frostbites, I won’t worry, I won’t sweat it, September is my month, I’m planning on enjoying it.
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