Summer in Bermuda, licker could be nice
An over dramatic garden 
on a phosphorescent football.

There's a stream running through,
In translucent yellow. 
Fertile with life passing by.

This thing inside me, this army of strife,
Is soldiering around me against the malitia of life.
I'm passing by with a strong gain of muster,
Treading through the garden with childlike guster.

Smoke another cigerrette, dream of watching four tet.
Guess you could call this the calm before the storm.