DAY FOUR:

I’m upstairs now
Staring out the window again
Seems to be my new favorite pastime
Just staring out the window
I see a bus
A huge yellow bus
And many other cars
Marching down a flooded street on wilted tires
They might as well be boats
A giant Twinkie boat
Threatening to tip over with every bump in the road
Every kid standing up to get off
Every kid, quickly switching seats to sit next to their friend
Like ninjas
Diving through Twinkies

But it’s the tree I’m worried about
So tall, so big, so mighty
Yet so fragile
A simple gust could knock it over
And it takes out other trees around it
Like a domino of pines, popular and maples
Eaten away inside by termites

Evil termites that want them only for the stuff they get
From the inside
Determined to break them
And leave them dying and rotting
Lying on the ground
Hollow

DAY FIVE:

DEAL WITH IT!
Never before have I yelled so loud at some random person
All they where doing was complaining how cold it is
Wrapped up in their huge fucking coat
Probably down
And their stupid hat and scarf and earmuffs
And ski pants
Wuss
I mean seriously, its 60 degrees out and you’re wearing ski pants
And its cold
Seriously, she was sitting there, SHIVERING
And complaining
About how cute this quaint little town was
And how they must have really thick skin to be able to live in such
“HARSH CONDITIONS”
And that’s when I said it.
“Deal With It”
Just you know, a lot louder
And she turned around, shocked
And looked at me
I said
Honestly woman, you’re just gonna have to deal with it.
You chose to come here
On your own free will
So quit complaining
‘cause its pissing me off.

Then she leaned over and whispered to her friend
“Oh look of one of the natives is angry”
Apparently this was really funny
Because she and her friend
Started giggling
A really weird
Old lady
Giggle

That ended abruptly as rare snow was shoved down the back of their coats
Snow that almost never comes
Because this is the city of rain
Bu even so I wasted it
To get revenge
On two old hags
Insulting me, my city and the way I live
I feel kinda righteous
Until I found out that she just moved in to our neighborhood
Right down the street.

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