The snow of 1997

Back in 1997 when snow was deep, particular debutantes wrote manuscripts, treatises, and songs for others in the confines of their heated Deam's Lake cabins. Below is one such that which it is. Demo, as always, to the left:

It's a Snow Day

From the sleet
On the road,
To a note upon the website.
Tell my mom
On the cell,
Then I head on to a Kurzweil.
Well, the wife still had to go.
That convent cannot run itself.

It's a snow day,
But I need the money more.

Twas a time
When I would feel
Every love I had experienced.
All is gone.
I got none.
Now I wonder how I'll find the funds
To pay the city for false alarms,
To order flowers for Valentines.

It's a snow day,
But I need the money more.

To clarify,
Never have
I experienced emotion.
I'm a sick sugar-
Eating robot
Who needs quick modification.
It's clear as ice on Outer Loop
No white horse is heading through.

It's a snow day,
But I need the money more.

"All of y'all
Can simply die."
It just helps to sometimes say that.
I am penny-
Less at home
With deep mistakes hailing around me.
Not that surer days are ahead.
All our choices are tied for last

It's a snow day,
But I need the money more.

"Shovel me,"
Says the snow.
"You can put a path beyond me."
I ignore weather
Once again.
It don't know what it's talkin' 'bout.
Even when I see the road,
I will ride into its ditch.

It's a snow day,
But I need the money more.

--Keddiz