Beaches

A familiar fat ballpoint brush
Paints paper once more
A last gasp, a final breath
Death knocks at the door

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A beautiful beach
Shellin’ and shuckin’
What’s spoiling the view?
Two dogs fuckin’

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I’d rather write tales
Than be a beached whale
Yet here I sit
Quite a nitwit
As mad as a hatter
‘cause I chose the latter
Opposite a beach bum
I am a sore thumb

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I already miss you
I should’ve kissed you
I know I couldn’t
Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t
Alas, it’s not up to me

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Gel pen?
Hell pen!
Smudgy
and
Sensitive