dirty shakes

The sky is wrong for this time of year.
I wish someone would do it up nice.
Clear the mess, add some bright lighting...
There's a duck pond in the parking lot,
and those dirty birds don't take no shit.
Not from the cat... or even my truck.
I guess this is my summer break, but
I feel like we've skipped strait to fall.
I need the heater in June? I mean, hell...
The cherry crop's wasted, strawberries late
and four dollars a gallon? Eighty bucks a tank?
'S like prison bars on the city's vague edge.
No where to go, nothin' to do, no job, no friends
and a fine new beginning to life after college.
At least the vicodin's starting to kick in.