The heat destroys all motivation,
To lift a finger is a feat.
I would much rather face starvation.
Than one more day like this to meet.

I think it’s due to global warming
That such a hell has come to be.
I will now give a grave, grave warning:
I will go on a killing spree.

Regardless of the way you measure,
Be Fahrenheit or Celsius,
This is of course no time for pleasure:
Damnation time has come for us.

If god exists he sure is joking.
His sense of humour’s all but sick.
It must be funny but I’m choking.
I’ve got to quit his act real quick.