the roof is the only inhabitable part of my apartment when the temp hits 90
up there with a beer and the breezes
the only things missing are a blaket and a honey
who will be my honey
who wants to do it on my roof
looking out over the city as if we own it
maybe we will split a bottle of wine up there
we cant hang out inside my furnace of a tiny shitbox
so its my roof or your place
unless i find an airconditioner
and burn dinosaurs for my comfort
like the assholes who drive hummers

why not let them feel the burn?
not just at the gas pumps
torch a hummerlike those french kids did
when they took to the streets
100s of cars a nite
mother nature will sing your praises

but our top story is
who will i bone on my roof?