Heat Wave

It is like 90 degrees. Air conditioning please. You can pass out in this heat. Too hot to move have a seat. The forecast is the posted word. I wish it snowed in this California desert. Roasting hot is what I felt. We all need to moisture our eyeballs with eye drops people so they don't melt. Too much to ask for some loving. It is like a solar oven. No money for gas. No a.c. for the low class. Only poor people with dui's take the bus. Sucks to be us. I still ain't no one's wife. I know Ariel & I are destined for at least a middle class life. A pay check would fill this void. It's been almost 2 decades for her & almost 4 decades for me of thus poor poverished lifestyles of the broke & unemployed. The universe taketh & the universe giveth. © Harmony Sapphire.All rights reserved