In early summer cool light breezes, two of blobs in the empty house, swaying.
To the bottom of the sea, carrying a caudal fin on our backs, and heading to Fin-land.
Derricking, mooned, a duck is.
Behead me, just my sin it's, the shame of the state.
All of the stupidities, sitting silently at a meeting, for playing sanbaso dancing.