I Become mad

Humid and hot
 dizzy and dull in a shot
a difficult slot.


The mind reels
 the heart has a feel
the body deals.

It  is fiery
 the environ is entirely dreary
the weather bleary.


It is sad
the heat is almost bad
I  become mad.

Cannot Be More Than A Cynic?

The tricks that he does
 does it in his way
 ever on the reach  he does
almost on all days.

He is not so clever
he is a fool in total
 fools are clever
unbelievable in total.

He plays dirty games
 slanders and spies
 does without shame
 if beaten bitterly cries.

He fails in one abjectly
stops not with that defeat
 goes to another quickly
 tries to perform a feat.

Success is not his goal
he could not succeed
 he wants to take a toll
create a ripple in a supersede.


Has been doing for years
keeps around a few to support
 shouts and screams through the years
well, he is one with no rapport