Impetus, the Surly Catalyst

As sure as the North Star rose in June year one there are few days left and so much to get done we have to love and live and laugh and breathe and scurry in the sun it isn’t fun but must be done as cooler climes are on the run and if in time it seems undone you can still count yourself as one and if your fellow man you shun you betta git yerself a gun for when the battle has been won over a bean thought to be mung and the last scrap of a bun then the burden of a ton leaves glossolalia on your tongue.