Criticisms and Reassurances of the Sun and Bolsa Chica, Respectively

You have burned me so,
And I despise you for that,
And will forever.

I look lobster-like.
I AM the red light district.
And it's all your fault.

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O Bolsa Chica,
How you abound with small clams!
And cause me such pain.

O Bolsa Chica,
It really isn't your fault.
The sun is to blame.