Eating Pie

Nothing like the present
quite as efficacious:
a wake up call.

Better than cold water,
stronger than pure coffee,
calling your attention,
your inelegant life.

Weary as the whirring
aged fan's engine,
hapless,
hopeless,
unsuccessfully going about
the business of cooling
when air itself has grown
heavy, weighed down,
and laden with swollen heat
a painful summer's day
with nothing mild about it

Thwarted by the sting,no doubt
other cowards like yourself
hide away in uninspiring dwellings
safety often the refuge
of the uninspired.