I walked out my door, and I said to myself,
"Hey, self, that's some bright-ass sun!
I do not think that it could be any brighter,
if 'twas a flashlight fired out of a gun.
In my eye.
To make the sun brighter, to make it more searing,
I would need a rocket gas supernova bomb,
and the biggest damn book of matches,
you'd never see again -
after looking into the bright-ass sun!
Like in Pi."
I threw on my sunglasses, but then they just melted,
and my eyes looked like Nazis at the end of Raiders.
I fell in my driveway, and the mail combusted,
it was all 'cause the bright-ass sun. Was there.
As I struggled inside, for my A/C & TV
scraping melty plastic from my face,
It was reflection big yellow, screaming at me,
last glass attack from the bright-ass sun.
