Work is my Sunscreen
All Summer long
I’m working in a basement,
A windowless basement
All the Summer long.
It may seem so wrong
To not have a casement
To open in my basement,
When heatwaves prolong.
But free from the throng,
I’m happy with effacement
In my quiet basement,
Where I get along.
When the Sun beats strong,
I’m glad he’s kept adjacent
And out of my basement
Where he don’t belong.
Even Mao Zedong
Would leave me in my placement,
Would leave me in my basement
All my workday long.
Then home at evensong,
Still cool from how my day’s spent
In an air-conditioned basement,
All the Summer long.
Rhyming Couplets 