Pressure wilts me in this searing summer heat,
friends, enemies, family and businessmen
breathing down my neck,
making me uncomfortable, expecting me to perform.

Tension sticks to my body, distorting its normal coolness
making stretch marks like the loud wail of an alarm.
Sleeping late and watching movies are rotting me,
while people call, telling me about things i should have done.

Why am I angry? I contribute to the confusion,
utterly crushed in this mess of a few months.
Happiness just around the corner, once i finish worrying
about this new asset and that unresolved issue.

I cannot keep a cool head in this hot, hot summer of 03.
With unforgiving mistakes and the intolerant taunting
of the promise of a new Winter, while my stench
grows in this decaying, stagnant pool of memories.

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