Before I Forget

Oh yeah, August, I always forget about you. Cool pants, the color hides the shortness of your legs. Not that short legs are anything bad, it's just not a part of the western ideals of beauty. So, being as you are, thirty-one days long, why does it always feel like you are moving at a million miles an hour? Shit man, everyone loves you, you don't need to be working that fast, just relax. Huh... So I hear you'll be going out of the country once the month is over, Europe or something. Well, have fun. We'll miss you of course. The next few months won't be the same. Remember you are always welcome here. See you next year, we'll be older, things may be different, but you will always be so great. Thanks again for coming along.