You're everywhere:
Outside - inside,
Up - down, here - there,
Roasting my mind.
Even nights are full of you.
'Keep cool' sounds like a mock:
I'm sick of feeling blue
Living in this endless shock.
Lashing down like a hail
In a poor garden, you make
Nothing green: all's dusty-grey.
Gosh! I'm like a well-baked cake
Made without any liquid:
Eat it if you aren't too picky.
