Spicy Spanish scions
Talk terrible trash
Estaban eventually escapes
Forced friendly farces
And admits ambivalence
Nearby, Natalie noticed

Ambitious Armenian argonauts
Unfold utilitarian ukeles
Testing tender tempos
Until unrequited Uzbeks
Make memorable music

Why not just leave
You've no business here
This is not your home
This is not your place
So I implore you
Just go
Take your face off the floor
Pull up the roots
You tried so desperately
To put down
Pull them up
And please leave
Forthwith

French fried watermelon
Sounded disgusting
But when she smiled
At the first bite
I knew it was just beginning
She wanted to try
Everything under the sun
And everything at the fair
Cheese curds shaped like cows
Funnel cakes on donuts
Sausage on a stick, fried
And the rides, oh the rides
Up, down
Spin and spun around
Flipped and flopped
Twisted inside and out
And I followed
Every disgusting bite
And gut wrenching turn
Just to watch her smile

One more forlorn shadow
Two dreams turned to dust
Three false gods forsaken
Four heartbeats left to give
And I stand alone
Beside the one I thought I knew
I shake my head good-bye
She shrugs and reminds me
Of that time in Paris
When we saw that homeless man
Whose sudden kindness
Saved our trip
One last moment
Two hearts out of one
Three choices for we two
Four steps left...

Doesn't matter what I say
Or how much time
I spend staring at the stars
Doesn't matter what I think
Or how much time
I spend contemplating fate
It all still ends the same
I can spend all day
With my head and hands
Open wide
I can spend all night
With my heart and will
Open wide
It all still ends the same
Doesn't matter if I say
I love you a thousand times
I could spend my life
Reminding you of my faith
But it still just ends the same
And in the end
What will really have changed

Dreamin with my eyes open
Silent sweet music to my ears
I had a passing thought of you
Like a whisper in a stream
Traveling through the places
Of the in between
Content to be the only passenger
On the Silent Scaevity
She is named
For a long lost king
Who watched as his kingdom
Burned
Now she sails as a witness
Antithesis of her name
And I alone her passenger

The secret society
Met at nine
In an undisclosed location
Near the shoreline
They met with a purpose
Of shocking intent
To expunge themselves
From their anger pent
To let loose a conflagration
The last deadly resort
To free the world
Of all the wrong sort
They glared at each other
Hatching their schemes
Avoiding the mirrors
In their tired memes
To look at themselves
Would be the undoing
Of this worn out society
Hidden from viewing
They would be forced
To finally confront
The truth that it is they
Who are the affront
It is this Oligarchy
This society of wise fools
That must be punished
For their perverse rule