
The waves flush us bone dry,
They crush over us repeatedly.
You were once my Versailles
But your armor defeated me.
No, I’m not really your fool,
I’m just a victim of the times.
Sorry for losing the cool,
For dismembering your chimes.
Yet, you know I have a spite that bites
And two angry feet –
You can pick and choose your fights
But I’ll still be your defeat.
-JW