Oh goth it's summer

This is a piece of comedy performance poetry it is best read out and performed.
I wrote it in reply to summer which was a challenge set to me by a friend to write a poem about something they liked. I as you can guess am a bit of a Goth, I don't tan well I mostly burn and personally prefer autumn and winter so this is my summer piece.

Oh Goth It’s Summer

 Argh the light! Who the hell made it so bright?

And there are all these people dressed in white.

You can see their pants!

 Which only adds to the urge, to self harm

But not as much as those

 

Who think a postage stamp constitutes clothes.

And if that were not enough to bare,

These bloody people are everywhere!

Cro-Magnon man removes his shirt exposing a horrifying sight.

Bright red like lobsters they attempt to “tan”. (It looks more like boil.)

Why they don’t they just finish the job and baste in oil?

 

It’s all just beyond me.

So I overt my eyes to avoid the view,

Because if I do not I fear I may spew.

I’m surrounded by people enjoying the sun,

Laughing chatting and having fun.

 

 

Even nature has conspired against me for,

Everywhere I look I’m confronted by bright colourful views!

They mock the parasol that protects my skin,

I’m treated as if pallor were the ultimate sin!

Yes I am quite well THANK YOU.

And the heat, is simply unbearable,

It’s rendered half my wardrobe completely un-wearable.

Getting cool is a monumental task.

Involving air conditioning, and getting sweaty. 

 

And though you may think I’m weird or a fool,

Too long for short days, long nights and winters cool.

You’ll never change my point of view,

Because simply I’m not like you.