nature vs. winning.

oh, man!
the weatherman is tryin' to F* my A*.
i'm not even kidding that hard.
at the very least,
he's forecasting some doo-doo butter
for our late night pre-hallowe'en partytimes.
up to 11 inches of snow?!?
in october, on our special night,
before it's even the season for raking leaves.
i mean,
c'mon, ma nature,
are you trying to be a b!tch?!
frost-laced deep-drift pumpkin jauns
are not we had in mind for our fun time
active participation sensations, suckas.
on the ones,
i'd prefer some rustling leaves,
unsettlingly warm temperatures,
and a crystal clear sky.
instead,
we're getting hard pounded by the whole world.
lame.
we'll still be here,
with a roaring fire,
and some faux furs,
and a whole array of dazzling deliciousness.
really, really real ninjas are still invited.
neighbors,
it's happening,
the good and the bad,
the hard and the easy,
the dopeness and the F*ing right off.
that's no joke, either.
***********
i tattbombed all day long,
after i made some mocha-java cookies,
and before the mini-apple pies went in the oven.
pumpkin cupcakes are up next.
(they get maple frosting, folks)
if nothing else,
i'll have enough sweet treats to go into a sugar shock,
and rot my flippin' teeth right out of my head.
and i'll do my dirt all by my lonesome,
but i sure won't tap out.
nature wins,
but warrior poetry conquers.
fact.
we're bracing ourselves,
and we're baking our faces off.
i wouldn't do a single thing differently,
except maybe i'd tell a few more folks to
suck on these gargantuan balls, y'all;
never quiet, never soft.....