Today, give me an air conditioner dream.  
A day where I don't have to sweat and glisten  
in my own juices and wonder why bodies  
have to get so terribly warm, betraying  
that the air around us is so sweltering.  
Kinetic drink and stationary mealtime,  
Battery to a power core, keeps us bright  
and hot, pulsing small intestine filament  
heater that bakes more than an L.A. roller.  
Carbonation on ice to turn the dial  
back to chill. This drink helps absolutely none.  
Ninety-eight point seven degrees Fahrenheit.