Living third world beautifull sea and sand.
Lovely nature close at hand.
Sleeping a stones throw from Crazy House.

Walled off barered in screaming insanity.
Warehoused lunacy. Insanity.
Screamng out the window at us passing boys.
Unintelligible noise from the asylum.

True story from my youth.
Blue ocean to the east.

Rowed of souls screaming out the beast
To the south.

Lunatic babble frothing at the mouth.
Voices carry south to my room. Baying at the pale white moon.
Abandoned souls in the Crazy house.