Weather, to music.

doodads, tell the weather
choking friend, get mo' clever:

Listen, straight outta BK
the weather the menu
we see through this preview while dew
points list mildew

I choke the micro like it's macro
a gavel, my humidity
unravels in afternoon cupidity, cough lucidity
like when your eyes bugs
in your coffee, sun bit
makes you laughy, it's giraffy,
to reach for the moon, might be leggy
or necklace, the heckless
grips me too swoon, I soon
be so feckless, this dreckless spectator
sun die later,
this gassy ball, might fall,
throw that sea over here, it's near
I'm too blume, like Judy, my
Trudy Putoody...

Whatever. The weather is bullshit.
Ups and downs throughout the day
like I'm off my meds and this barns hay.

This came undone at the end. It was fun.
Gracias....totales.