The summer solstice means the days are longer
And early vivid sunlight hits your eyes
Your cry is slight at first, but then it’s stronger
The sun has risen; thus, the son must rise.
Your urgency informs your green Gestalt
As you attempt to yank me from my bed
I brace for the inev’table assault
I shield my face, you grab my nuts instead.
Your voice rings forth in obstinate soprano
Rebuffing all your mom’s and my entreaties
Before too long, you’re at your toy piano
And I’m stuck pouring coffee in my Wheaties.
I’d drag a rusty blade across my cheek
Or shove a red-hot poker through my spleen
I’d snorkel in a cesspool for a week
If you would only sleep past 6:15!
