The Sun isn't yellow, its chicken.
F**k you, Sun. F**k you and your abrasive arrogance. F**k you and your rays. F**k you. You hear me you sick son of a b***h? I don't give a f**k how many people want to lie in the sun, you stupid c**t. How about yo go back to where you came from, over yonder, behind the clouds and run some more.
F**k you sun. F**k the beach, I don't care to get a tan. F**k your omnipresence from my bed to my car to my job to my mind. You've lied in my sheets longer than I have. F**k you, you w***e; f*****g every minuscule spot of free space, raping my free time with your invisible phallus being thrown around like some change at the poor. F**k your speech; its blinding me. Keep your goddamn mouth shut.
Where the f**k did the clouds go? Why have they the opportunity to escape the Sun's piss rays?
Go to hell you sick b*****d. You sadist m**********r. You blinding silhouette of unfathomable romance. You loveless a*****e.