May
Trees are budding
My eyes are running and blurry
It's too hot too humid stormy
All the bugs begin to show back up
Just to be irritating
May is irritating
Maybe all the agita
This is our sacrifice
For new plants and new cattle
I would rather sacrifice
One of the screamy, random children
That stalk the streets freely
School is out
I hate May.
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