Perfect Day

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How I crave you
Grey sky, thunderous cloud
Bring your turmoil
Your anger
Your rain

Peak caps
Short skirts
the topless
the Tshirts
Rain on down
Put them away
Destroy their
perfect day!

My four walls
become my haven
Instead of my dark
dreary prison
My office too
becomes my ark
And hah to them
Perfect day, my arse!