humidity

the weight of air will serve to bend the back
straight though we wish to stand we have no might
that will suffice to keep our heads upright
and knowing this hate ourselves for the lack
both of some spinal force and of the track
no longer plain and ample to our sight
and yet we see this as plain chance not plight
it's all you see in angle of attack
with each nerve strained almost to breaking point
we wait to see just what affair might hap
before we cast one long despairing sigh
times we have learned are always out of joint
who may think otherwise is just a sap
and still the weight of air under the sky