A long hot summer continues,

A long hot summer continues,
grass and flowers shrivel
and so do we. Where are
those jolly days that might
have been, that we are told by the most stupid sources once were, as if every childhood had a swimming pool, every child a grandmother in a doorway with a plate of cookies, we are being destroyed by false memories of lives that never happened, described on television and in the papers as our good old days, the long hot june and july with august almost here, continues, roses brown on the bushes and where are we in all this describing where have our lives gone now