Springtime: TWO opinions

(1)
O thou Spring! To thee has the Artist bent his flamboyant brush to worship with hand and hue thy verdant effervescence; to thee has the Poet consecrated his mellifluous voice welded with the power of word and begotten in the freedom of thought; with thee does the gleeful sun most willingly flirt; in thee is the earth reborn! Thou heraldst summer in, thou usherst winter out! Thou brings in light, and joy, and madness, thou reignst and thou dividest. In thy transience thou art immortal. In thy sovereignty thou art supreme. In thy insanity thou art relentless. I hail thee, with my heart yearning to bathe in thy splendour, with my mind reeling with rapture, with my frame thrilled with strength and vivacity!..

(2)
so doggam spring is 'ere again. what the fuck! i'm sick of all the fuckin' shit in the streets, the dirty ice, pools everywhere and all! the people're goin' like crazy, y' know, all bustlin' around like motherfuckers, all lookin' like fuckin' freaks, starin' at you like if you're stripped to you bare ass. i just can't fuckin' stand spring! drives me mad, man! when it comes i just feel like goin' back to my mom's womb, hide my ass away from all this beastly motherfuckin' madness. spring is such a bitch. never ever makes me happy, it don't, it sucks, dude, and it gonna suck it all out from ya...