The shore line has covered the docks

The shore line has covered the docks

And the water is wetting the rocks

But some need to eat

And don’t care their feet

Are soaked on up to their socks

Most of the oldies and churchgoers

Most of the oldies and churchgoers

Are fine with the engines and mowers

But one thing they can’t stand

And went and got it banned

Now no more loud, gas-powered leaf blowers

misanthropy

There once was a girl from Long Island

Whose thoughts were so tragically violent

As she watched the world turn

She begged it to burn

But always did so in silence