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.