Fuck the Sun

Sun, I loathe you.

I hate you with a shining hate.

The sweat on the back of my balls

As I listen to “The End” by The Doors

Without a smidge of irony

Climate Change, sunburn, all of your buddies

You nonchalant, heartless FUCK

I will kill you

Illiminate the mountain and its snow-covered tips

You bastard

Go on

The fan blows more of your sputum onto my face

I am stuck to the chair

And I want to hang out the window

So now, for a moment, I will.

Bah! That shit just makes me dizzy

Drinking water only makes me sweat

I am taken with dysentery for the sun

Because I am tired of this shit

Can’t play guitar

Can’t breathe

Can’t drive

Can’t fucking write

Can’t fuck

Fuck

Jupiter I admire

But the Egyptians can take their God

And shove it up its own ass

With their vultures

And the King’s Highway