Strange how September in Texas is cool this year
Sitting in my back yard with a beer
I wanted to cover my arms from the breeze.
But perhaps I only felt so chilly
because I just spent eight hours frozen to a desk—
Office life, how silly!
It’s the dreaded AC battle, and it has returned.
Annoys me so much I feel the frustration burn.
Up to 77, then back down to 75.
Funny, but not, how two degrees makes my toes so blue;
For me,
there will be,
no more open-toed shoes.
Are you really so hot?
Oh wait, it’s the sun?
Somebody save me, this is not any fun.
I wonder, but doubt we the cold will ever say,
“Hey, I’m freezing, step away from the thermostat—step away!”
Instead the cold and the hot avoid a solution.
The silence builds and builds up the tension,
then the door shuts and up starts the bitchin’.
I don’t enjoy this negativity, really, I don’t.
So Monday I will wear long sleeves.
But damn those appendages—so naked they freeze!
But I shouldn’t curse my own fingers and toes,
for they come in quite handy.
Like when I’m off work,
usin’ my hands
to shake my martini.
So the hot ones and their beloved AC won’t take these little guys;
and besides,
it’s a freakin’ beautiful 79 degrees outside!
