It is Hellaciously Hot in My Apartment

Sweat glistening mist on my flowing leg hair

Sticky soda stains in my mouth and lips

Naked now, and still dripping sticky sweat

Smells of dirt and taco trash fermenting

Los Angeles September Afternoon Heat

I must destroy all heat producing electronics I possess

Laptop, toaster oven, TV,

The fans I set up are blowing hot air in from the windows

So September, Is this your best shot?

Force me back to the suburbs from whence I came

With AC and backyard pools and every house the same

A peaceful life if climate controlled safety

Blissful golf and tennis

Big green yards (with real, growing grass)

But I want you, September.

I melt in you with 18 million other Angelinos

This is a place to greet the world and melt

And become a real individual man

And make my own name

But it is REALLY hot in my apartment!