Salaried employees are very affectionate.

Yoko buried Yukio is a business suit.

Saipan is populated with my kind of people: Saipanese.

Come unto me o almond-eyed slave-girl before the tolling of bells
an hour before the last-bell locking of “rehabilitation center” cells
Find me beyond oceans, dips, bumps, garbage dumps, hills & dells
Wade with me bravely thru the human variety of euphemistic hells
Respect is given as your maternal passion & immigrant status jells
be it by toll roads, Appalachian lanes, or crowned, mono-static rails
It's the wisest of the weary, living on fish heads, who buys and sells
Lies follow split lines crippling dimpled cones crying wails & yells
There is olive oil in olives, trips in travel lanes & vice behind veils

Come here to me almond eyed slave girly before the tolling of bells
an hour before the last bell locking of these rooms that pass as cells
There's me measuring ocean depths, domes, garbage dumps & dells
Wade with me bravely through the nice variety of euphemistic hells
Respect'll wane until your paternal passion & immigrant status jells
be it by turnpikes, Appalachian tunnels under banked, elevated rails
It is the wisest of men bleary, grilling fishy guts, who trades & sells
Misery follows flit lines rippin' pimpled crones, dying flails & yells
There is olive oil in olives, traps on traveled lanes & men into veils