The sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction, the moral melee.
The excrement bubbles, the century slime decays, and the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say it's under control.
The legends lie cradled in the seagulls call, and the promise they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
I came across Mother Goose, so I turned her loose, she was screaming.
I'm a tiger when I want love, but I'm a snake if we disagree.
Ages passed I knew at last my life had never been.