When you’re cold, but your shirt’s still moist.
Humidity.

Like taking a deep breath of hot mess.
Humidity.

Hmm, my bum knee’s swollen.
Humidity.

The hot blanket of oppression is real.
Hu-mi-di-TAY!

Why won’t you go away,
Humidity?

You keep from sleep.
You drain the energy.

Humidity, f**k.