Satan Now Wears an Asbestos Hat: An Ode to the Summer That Never Quit:

Satan made an appearance at Mardi Gras 2014

Satan made an appearance at Mardi Gras 2014


Having had a good time at ranting and rhyming during a prior entry, I thought it would be fun to do it again; but this time, using the theme of this blisteringly hot weather that has plagued us in the Philadelphia region all summer:

    Labor Day was yesterday, the unofficial end to a joyous summer,
    Its standing poignantly, non-refundably,* steadfastly before me;

    My reminiscing usually about the sheer, melancholic anxiety as a child I’d see,
    Envisioning myself seated the next day in a wretched, smelly school bus, most begrudgingly.

    Time marched on while that drab, seasonal feeling lingered,
    Slipping through this self-proclaimed poet’s fingers;

    The passage of summer to fall, with the not-so-distant winter’s call,
    Me wishing for the event to stall and stay those lazy, crazy days I crave;

    However, I welcomed this year’s holiday with proverbially open arms,
    Hoping now to cool down with no more daily heat indices and smog alarms;

    Isn’t that what’s supposed to happen once Labor Day appears?
    But no, another
    ~!@#$% heat wave is here,

    Scheduled to last until the end of this work week,
    Before we get any kind of relief,

    Severly kicked into high gear,
    This summer’s end is still not near.

    So no Labor Day melancholy for me this year,
    Not until 22nd September for which I’ll have a beer,
    To toast this blasted summer away!

    Who said there’s no such thing as global warming?
    This past summer was filled with sweat over-pouring.

    Last year was the hottest year on record;
    Surely 2015 will surpass that.

    Even Hell now allows air-conditioners,
    And Satan wears an asbestos hat.

    *Poetic License

As a quiz taken from another tirade: “Aint over until it’s over.” Who said that?

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About Mike Slickster

As an early retiree with an honorary doctorate degree from the proverbial "School of Hard Knocks," this upcoming author with a lot of free time on his hands utilizes his expansive repertoire for humorous yet tragic, wildly creative writing that contains years of imaginative fantasy, pure nonsense, classic slapstick, extreme happiness and searing heartbreak; gathered by a wealth of personal experiences throughout his thrilling—sometimes mundane or unusually horrid—free-spirited, rock-'n'-roller-coaster ride around our beloved Planet Earth. Mike Slickster's illustrious quest continues, living now in Act Three of his present incarnation, quite a bit on the cutting edge of profundity and philosophical merriment as seen through his colorful characters, most notably evident in the amusing Thirty Days Across the Big Pond series, all of which can be found at Lulu.com.
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