Go outside, it’s great weather they say,

They are trying to melt me with this summer’s day.

And to avoid going out there I do suppose I hide.

School may be out but the bugs are out too,

I can’t believe we want them but I guess scientists do,

I don’t wish death on many but bugs aren’t what I’m about.

I can’t wait til it cools down,

Or until I can move out,

To the place I belong.

I’ve never done what I was told,

Asked for LA but Daddy said no,

But I’ll be there in a blink.

I’ll be in the state of gold,

Always on the go,

So I’ll really need a drink.

I will never leave that state,

Especially to go back to PA,

Even if it spells my death.

These summer days are getting old,

But prices there are beyond bold,

So I am stuck forever.