spin cycle drain

Went to the lake to my dismay
Hoped for the best

Got the worst
Hot sun
Biting flies

Screaming kid behind me that just keeps screaming at everything
What kind of kid is he going to be, holy shit

His parents look like high-schoolers and speak like camp counselors. 
They feed the flames that are his screams

Nephew yells at geese
Throws sand at them
 
I secretly hope he gets bitten

 
I really want to get out of here
Wish I was at home with HIM while he writes
 
The mother is next to me
Even her sneeze annoys me
 
Battery low
Geese are honking
 
 
 
 
Wish I were drunk
 
Those kids won't shut up
Why do they have to yell so much?

So loud

Their voices echo within the woods

sounding like the voices of dead children who used to play here