Stepping onto the porch,
Cold grabbed me by my collar;
“You’re pretty smug, going in and out
How’d you like to be stuck outside.
Hey, you going in to the furnace? Can I come
but I guess that would defeat your purpose.
How’d you like it if half the nation hated you?
except those snow mobilers up North.
I’ve got a bad street rep down in Pensecola
I’d winter in Pheonix but the dust storms
are as rude as I am.
Going back in eh? That’s alright
see if your car starts in the morning!”