Winter Blues Poem

I hate this weather.

It's windy, it's cold.
It chills me to the core, to the bone.

I hate this weather.
I fucking hate it.
It makes me feel grumpy and old but mainly just cold.

This weather at times, it even chills my soul!
My ser, my very being.
There are people that don't mind it-
Good for them.
There are people that get used to it-
Good for them.

I hate this weather.
It's gloomy too much of the time,
the clouds hang so low for so long
It can make a non-pot-smoker wanna hit a bong.

It's not good for me.
Everyday I find myself just trying to cope,
looking forward to vacation is my glimmer of hope.

I hate this weather.
I fucking hate it.
I know no one cares and good for them.
I'm writing for me,
not for them,
because they don't mind this fucking weather,
with this weather they know how to cope
at least that's my humble hope.