It’s so tempting
To have hope just because it’s summer
But summer never had hope for me
The sideways rain
And bad pedicures
The return of the chill
Reminds me of the look in your eyes when discussing July
Feeling the push on my back for months
foreboding the return of sadness
Frozen in a fetal position
until all traces of the sun go down
praying for justice
death of the liar
Protection of the vulnerable unborn
The djinn had sold him some new clothes
To cover the festering wounds of perceived torment
Whispered to him that no one would notice
That he could play the same games with new ones in the same places
So he repeated the formula
Dropping love bombs
Donning the mask of a self deprecating martyr
Showers of gifts
Long Beach, Ocean Shores, camping, Scrabble, sunset picnics
A new wall of postcards
Same pictures and poses from a photo booth with a new girl
“Let’s stop here and fuck”
But soon his rotting insides began to reach the outside
Until all of his skin reeked of the constant lies and dishonor
How he thought his new clothes would change everything
Make him into a decent man
Attract someone even better
But everyone could see the emperor had no clothes
Except the emperor
So he threw a tantrum and destroyed everything
Ran across the sea
The djinn had a good laugh
To have hope just because it’s summer
But summer never had hope for me
The sideways rain
And bad pedicures
The return of the chill
Reminds me of the look in your eyes when discussing July
Feeling the push on my back for months
foreboding the return of sadness
Frozen in a fetal position
until all traces of the sun go down
praying for justice
death of the liar
Protection of the vulnerable unborn
The djinn had sold him some new clothes
To cover the festering wounds of perceived torment
Whispered to him that no one would notice
That he could play the same games with new ones in the same places
So he repeated the formula
Dropping love bombs
Donning the mask of a self deprecating martyr
Showers of gifts
Long Beach, Ocean Shores, camping, Scrabble, sunset picnics
A new wall of postcards
Same pictures and poses from a photo booth with a new girl
“Let’s stop here and fuck”
But soon his rotting insides began to reach the outside
Until all of his skin reeked of the constant lies and dishonor
How he thought his new clothes would change everything
Make him into a decent man
Attract someone even better
But everyone could see the emperor had no clothes
Except the emperor
So he threw a tantrum and destroyed everything
Ran across the sea
The djinn had a good laugh
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