Joeys' say they want to push
him off the edge

so they saw the white cliffs of Dover
in air conditioned sedan

and they huffed and puffed
and dance around in circles

I see no one falling
I see a shrines sage in mirth
thanking God for all his Blessings

Joeys' are still at the cliff face
they swear they see a man falling
some have pushed so hard themselves
they now walk around with arms frozen
and pained looks on their faces with eggs on them