I am just about thoroughly sick of the snow, thanks.
Winter is icumin in
Lhude sing Goddamn,
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing; Goddamn.
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham
Damn you, Sing, Goddamn.
Goddamn, Goddamn, ’tis why I am,
So ‘gainst the winter’s balm.
Sing goddamn, damn, sing goddamn,
Sing goddamn, sing goddamn, DAMM
-Ezra Pound (1915)
(and if you’re squinting at the screen wondering why this looks familiar)