De Augustibus

They call this part of summer “dog days”
I wouldn’t treat a dog this way
It gets hot, muggy and miserable
People get angry and irritable
Traffic is noisy, loud and slow
Like Christmas shoppin’ season, but more so
No one wants to get anythin’ done
At least I don’t, a majority of one
Storm clouds rise high in the sky
Then say, “hell with it”, give up and die
Dogs are smart though, they’ve got it made
Sprawled out, pantin’, in the shade

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