by Joseph H. McCartney
I went walking along the torrid shore
And I found it there, and I wanted more
Sliding through the sands of time
Coated with filth and waste:
A layer of rank, unnatural slime
Yet if greed is one thing I cannot see
Then I’ll hide so no one else sees me
For this cave is all that I could wish
Be it cluttered and dirty,
Filled with trash and the smell of dead fish
But to show, to brag to a passerby
Watch them smile, and then walk off with a sigh
That they could not have this shit of the Earth,
Perverted; unjust as anything possessing human worth
Still all I can ask for of life lies within
The world is a bastard — said once, said again
On this ravaged beach of American pride
By the ocean of sin
From which more and more shit rolls in at high tide
Last updated November 20, 2022