Spring

A gorilla roars and awakens the world
After it's frostbitten slumber
Bunny's hop out of their burrows to pose
For springtime photos
Lambs trot out of the barn
Ready to be slaughtered for roast dinners
Flowers pop out of the ground
Only to be plucked from their beds by passing children.

The clocks go forward, the mornings are lighter
And I leave my sleep a hour earlier
The shimmering blue skies and dazzling sun
Tricking emo's into thinking it will be better today
Birds sing and trees blossom
Annoying the workers stumbling like bees into the morn.

Colours appear out of nowhere
And so does the rain,
Chocolate litters the shop shelves
And so do summer Bikini body programs,
Chickens tuck into seeds
And I tuck in to their fried almost children.

I hate spring.


P.S Don't ask about the gorillas.