Islander

It’s lonesome sometimes,
     Left out here so far from all the
Hurley burley screaming, scheming,
     Loathsome flotsam
Prevalent among the masses.

Lonesome and yet peaceful
     Never being touched by
Greasy, grimy gruesome fingers
     Pointing, probing, always begging,
Wanting more.

Peaceful in this paradise
     Where sunset follows sunrise follows
Sunset on the ocean rise.
Worries vanish to horizons
Never to be seen again.

Paradise, a fantasy,
     Living, breathing make-believe,
Settled on this island shore
     To give me hope, to inspire,
Help me make it through the day,
Attack the tiger where he sleeps.

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