What the Fuck?

What the fuck
Am I to do
When the night is so hot
That the air becomes soup
And the cats conquer
all the cool spaces on the floor?

The fridge is full
of cold beer and
a promiscuous bottle of gin.
But I’m not drinking tonight
Maybe tomorrow,
when my resolve crumbles.

Today is the second day
of another attempt
At a full stop
And it seems the whole city
Has decided to turn up to heat
To sweat me out.

What the fuck am I
To do?

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