Virtue skewed
and virtue true
I've got nothing better to do
But ride my bike
and contemplate
read a bit
one time I crushed on a girl
buried beneath the beach
She waved her toes at me
I smiled the sea into her mouth
She felt thorough
I watched some real Gonzo shit go down
Natty light at the helm
Holler at your boy
Something happened then
That can't be pointed out
A deep concern for the immaterial
A deep concern for issues not articulated
But recovered I ain't
And my ship still holds water
Holy buckets!
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