poem_of_the_summer
epitome of incomprehensibility Because it's not a song. It's not really rapped either. It's a cutely satirical poem overlaid with beats and overhyped into annoyingness, but you have to give it credit for a funny sentence your own parody prompted you to utter: "I apologize if I added or subtracted an inch of your height, but it was necessary in order to compliment your butt."

That is, having modified the original

I'm looking for a man in finance
Trust fund
6'5''
Blue eyes

to something with

6'1''
Nice buns

you have to inform its recipient of your version, and then it's like the poetry book you just finished, Jacob Scheier's More To Keep Us Warm, in that silliness can easily meander to thoughts of loss like

Living ghosts.
Poems about ghosts.
People who go and live somewhere else being ghosts in the old haunts.
And at least SOMEONE's talking about income gaps being anxiety-producing. The ex in the empty rich house, the ghosts of their time together.
What's a trust fund, anyway?
You can just look that up.
No, don't get distracted, I bet it's just a bank account a parent sets up for a kid.
But am I right?
Yes, but more general, it's an account someone sets up for someone else.
No guarantee that they're rich, then?
No, and who the hell is 6'5''?
*Some* people will be.

This isn't the poem. It's just a list of somewhat connected thoughts. The poem is online and in the book I just returned to the library. Yes, there are two poems. Both are of the summer. There may be more.
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