Sweat seeps out of every pore
As the number on the dials soar
Oppressed stifling humid heat
Engulf bodies from head to feet
City odors add to the hell
What is that? Oh! What is that smell?
Aromas meld; assault the nose
Rotting garbage; a fresh cut rose
Brightly shines the majestic sun
Sends searing rays on everyone
Skin strips and burns from exposure
Suited men keep their composure
Temperatures continue to rise
Begging for relief from the skies
Unnatural air inside is cool
Soothing wet in the swimming pool
Some bask and relish intense heat
Hot summer days; an icy treat
Skimpy light colored clothes they wear
Enjoying the warmth without fear
Can’t last like this, not much longer
Each day the sun’s power gets stronger
Soon news about heat will be old
When hidden inside from the cold
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