Poem of the summer - the month of July

People are like frogs in a small French islands, where it always rains milk streetlights. - Comas irritating bruising play and break, in a whirlwind of life experiments. - Skeletons in quarantine dance music reality show shit, beep, boop, beep, da, da, da, without radio contact, and lost without us. - No smoking, ban to activate the rainbow. - And what is useful if you have a name, you know, if you're just fucking made ​​of stardust? - There is a fucking hot sun, where only a tornado takes the tram, Nancy, small town, always shining, but at the end far from heaven. - Hog dog 3 lights full of energy, on - off - on - off - escape the military, useless to resist if the waves invoke the surf.