Summertime Blues 2012

Summertime Blues 2012

[This pitiful offering is only palatable if it’s shouted to the tune of Eddie Cochran’s 1958 classic, “There Ain’t No Cure for the Summertime Blues.”]

Most of my friends are away on vacation.

There’s nothing worth watching on any TV station.

Negative ads are polluting the news –

There ain’t no cure for the summertime blues.

Congress is stagnant; the Supreme Court’s acting reckless;

Romney is boring, and Obama’s looking feckless;

Europe is coming apart at the seams –

Whatever happened to the summertime dreams?

Wholesale slaughter is occurring in Nigeria;

Civil War is eviscerating Syria;

Peace is a phantom when the Middle East steams –

Whatever happened to the summertime dreams?

Global is scary, so what about the local?

Problems are tiny, but I can be vocal:

Whining, complaining, and voicing discontent –

I just can’t wait until summertime is spent.

In summer, I feel like a character from Kafka,

Buggy, and anxious, my patience cut in half –Ka-

-ranky, and crabby, and prone to argument –

I just can’t wait until summertime is spent.

My baseball team has settled in the cellar;

Summer movies are anything but stellar;

It’s too hot for golf, to play tennis, or to run –

Whatever happened to the summertime fun?

I wake up thirsty, feeling slow as molasses;

My ice cube maker wants to break all my glasses

Shooting out cubes as if from a gun --

Whatever happened to the summertime fun?

My flowers will shrivel or they may decide to rot, first.

There’s been a big price jump for packages of bratwurst.

Heat or humidity:  which would you choose?

There ain’t no cure for the summertime blues.