I would write a happy little ditty
about what it feels like when the spring fever comes hard.
I might have used to know what that felt like,
but it's been so goddamned cold for so long
that not only have I forgotten, I think
I may actually doubt the existence of spring at all.
It's just some kind of cruel meteorological hoax
made up in a dark corner of the newsroom
by a couple of petty, conspiring weathermen
looking for some extra airtime.
A conspiracy, if you will.
And I'm not buying it.
Not buying what you're selling. Bastards.
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