on beginning the semester in knowles hall

the clouds hide the light but the heat
rises from out of the earth
with sweat-raising lashes to beat
out of our clothes all their worth

we know that we work and are just
as diligent as we could be
but this is atlanta august
hot enough for the devil to flee

our offices now are so hot
that to stay in them is to be bold
but whether we like it or not
in february they'll be damned cold

so we bark and we curse and we send
memos about needed repairs
but we know without hope they will end
up in some dim creatures' lairs

our bosses know that we love
our jobs and that this is no lie
but by the blue heavens above
our love may just lead us to die