A letter to a season

Dear Summer,



I know you gone miss me, cuhz we go together, like flip flops and Amnimal tees, purple polos, fre$h for no reason. Killing the game, against the grain, mainstream treason. Cold, no matter the season. Lame folk bland, Amnimal sprinkle a little season. Dog days of August, I dog babes for alll this: my fam, my friends, my hustle, my cheddar. I told yalll I'm cold, please proceed wit sweater. If Summer was soapy, the Fall is the rinse down. Tupac said it first I gets around, like hands on a clock or a merry gooo. Summer ending Fall beginning here we go.