Funny place
That one by the beach
Where the water is pink
And every evening,
Windswept,
The sun kisses at
Crests
Of summit surf.

Waves that have
Tasted blood spilt
For fun and patriotic pain.
White face
And sand
And green and gold
And blue, red, and white
Bruised fight
Each dollar spent,
Sins repent
We were born here
******* y’all
And don’t come back now
Y’hear
Ya ****** queer.
No one welcome
Eyes avert
Man
And woman
And seagulls
Picking and screaming
At the debris
Of society.
You’re free
To ******* now
Y’hear.