Let's forget the real world at eight

Sometimes people lash out
In what I assume is spite
But then I remember, that "angry"
And "hurt" look much alike

Deep thoughts at eight

 Add the middle line
"Living in America"
A perfect haiku

It's all good at eight

The heat continues, as it will
There's hope for rain (yeah, likely chance)
We carry on, through good or ill
We get together and we dance

July is Wrath month, at eight

Goodbye to the temperatures of June
I'm sure July's will be higher
And as we pass, I'll play some tunes
From frying pan to fire.