Lament to the Air Con

Outside the sun is shining
And the sky is a turquoise hue
But inside this office building
My toes are turning blue

A plume of dragon’s breath
Emerges when I speak
I think I’m freezing to death
And the future’s pretty bleak

I called upon the man
Who knows about these things
He looked at me dead pan
And said he try to pull some strings

The thermostat is on the blink
I could have told him that
He said he have to have a think
And promised he’d be back

Many days have slipped right by
Without a single word
A single solitary tear I’d cry
If it wouldn’t freeze up first

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