Autumn Equinox - 9:49 AM
Congenial friend it has been too long.Abbreviated by December snow;All but forgotten come vernal bird song;And buried live by your glamazon foeWith her promises of endless leisureAnd picnics and seashores and barbecues,Society, recreation, pleasureAnd all mockery else of we who lose,Who don't have or can't afford vacations,Office-work Summers, too dreary to tell,Days shit-sandwiched between subway stationsThat blast like the seventh level of Hell.Air-conditioned frostbite to heatstroke griefBless you Autumn for your temperate relief.