Summer Long

There's the dead grass interspersed with green weeds that refuse to die

Drunk in the rain with shorts and t-shirt we swing plastic bats at plastic balls

Bloated on pizza and beer the weekend becomes small and insignificant

Work on the horizon builds anxiety, and bitchy moms and dads snap at the kids

Summertime children become players and observers

All the while grown ups slowly lie to themselves

And Summer long days turn to weekend Winters short