Whatever it is, we're against it

Whether it is a complicated walk through the ever active searing heat
Or a simple crawl to the public bathtub called modestly public transportation
I and others can overtly relate and together verify
The boundaries of human sensitivity and sensibility.
In every case, however, to our own exothermal grief, we are at loss.
Not to despair, the governing changes that allow us to adapt come into place
And adjust our quite fragile boundaries, making them rugged and obtuse.
In a nearby future I foresee the glad co inhabitance of actively rejoicing fellow people
That have no problem whatsoever in exchanging body odors and such personal items of intimacy.
Yet I have learned to be optimistic. We shall all drown. Or I’ll just go out during autumn.