As evening shadows loom and near

Ticking, tocking, hours pass.

They slip away like silent deer

Ticking Lyme bombs in the grass.

Mosquitoes whine and babies squall

Worse than Miley Cyrus

Bloody splotches on the wall

Smeared with West Nile virus.

Breakers curl and crash and roll

With solemn cadence speak

Of the ocean’s awful toll:

Four thousand bucks a week.