Eyes itch and ache,
And burn and go,
I can’t see straight—
You don’t even know,
Hay fever sucks,
As does the pollen,
You can only rub so hard,
Before your eyes are no longer callin’,
The trees may be mating,
And that’s all well and good,
But the level of pain,
From them fucking,
Makes me want to cut them down—
To free the neighborhood,
If you do not know the pain,
Of itching eyes to the brain—
Then you haven’t felt,
The way of the hay fever.
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Special thanks to: Melissa Potter
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