Who Did What?

I no longer receive grace and gratitude like sun in the middle of summer 
I mean, look at my audacity to compare myself to the center of some mediocre solar system in a season everyone regard as fun 

A thankless job that one should dare not reciprocate
The heat, the mere sight irritates
Since when did this site became a journal
Against her all encompassing effort to obliviate 
That don’t fit the narrative 
Carrying the full weight of truth