Praise Be Electricity
It would be 140 in the shade
If there was any shade to be found
There's nothing but burnt grass
And cattle which are the walking dead
The sun never seems to set
It just gets hotter and hotter
The rains have been gone for too many years
Still, life remains
Some by choice
Some because it is where nature placed them
Without end
Without hope
In the end I make it home
My skin burned until it is black
Dust follows me in
Covering everything it touches
But, inside it is cool
The house is the only livable place I know
So, I settle back with a beer
And my thoughts are just of one thing
Screw nature
And God bless the electric company
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