I picked out a virus called arrogance from
Fathers wardrobe he wore it once he worn it thin
For me to entertain us we chase hoops
through sand dune street.
It was neither here nor there on a hill or ocean
the four hands that passed the sign to the
Beach that lead to the rise.
in suits and boots so grand
time showered stars and admiring glances
As you slip on pink losing you feeted inch.
Tomes of marble names rise for former