Sudden frustration

How can the weather be so shit?
What have we ever done to it?
Now that might really be the reason
We should arrest the sun for treason
Torture the clouds until they cry
Blow out the winds until they die
Shoot for the moon, kill its dark side…

Oh fuck it, I do not care, I’m sick and this poem can just go to hell.

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