i'm so fucking sick of summer.

we're catching ghosts with flashlights!
shitfaced on halloween cuz we
know we'll all be joining them shortly.
just like the secularists:
slutty bunny and action steve,
who've been invited here to inform me:

this sure beats
any day picking up pieces
of our broken teeth
and keeping them as trinkets.

the last few years have really dug their fucking claws in deep,
those chilling tales and cocktails that help us fall asleep,
but give me apple cider gasoline and a lighter
and i'll burn down every single church in this county.

you know, we can never decide
on an agreed upon time,
will have to look up last quarter's minutes.
as the smoke billows towards the sky,
everyone running for their lives,
and i'm elated, there's no question, it's finished.

i'm so fucking sick of summer.