Every single day’s the same to me,
Said the weatherman quite modestly,
Precisely smiling for his salary:
Actor in the mega-symphony.

Beware: the angry weatherman’s vendetta.
Beware: his dreadful schizophrenia.

Roaming his allowed periphery,
Day by day clockwork motricity,
Sealed inside his airtight family,
Accepting his situation quietly.

Beware: the angry weatherman’s vendetta
Beware: his suicidal paranoia.

I just can’t stand the atrocities,
Said the weatherman despairingly.
Pain, anger, sadness and misery;
Oblivion is all that I can see.

Beware: the angry weatherman’s vendetta.
Beware: his ballistic dementia.

Shocked by all the horror that he sees,
Traumatized by this cacophony,
Takes a violent step, out of normality,
Just a little break from his daily sanity.