Oh, Summer. How I scorn your persistence to fraudulently unravel the framework of knowledge and expire strength of will. Each day I see how you swindle copious disposed individuals to descend into your snares of lethargy and self-indulgence. The words relax, vacation, and rest crawl out of your putrid teeth like insects. I refuse to take part in such a foolish misuse of life. Watching you dine on your victims of the masses by alluring them to squander their lives on brainless reality television, catnapping until 1 o’clock, and increasing their risk of malignant melanoma as they lie on the beach and “sunbathe”, only makes me more determined to defy your feeble enticement to embrace the couch as my profession and the remote control as my instrument of employment. I am binding the chords of my intelligence and self-discipline tight so not even your astute fingers can slightly slacken my resolve. In three months, as I see you decompose into the colors of fall, I will cackle at your end and wave my victory in your face. And with your last warm wind of life, I trust every page read, avenue explored, empty bottle of sunscreen, morning enjoyed, hefty paycheck, neglected electronic, and action of servitude from my days in the sun will be propelled like darts into your remembrance. It is my sole endeavor to make each day of your continuation wretched as I thrust my sword of tenacity further into your lie of finding fulfillment in amusement. You will anticipate the day when the first leaf falls!
