Imagine a beach, sunny and warm.
The air is still, the tide is low.
A sandcastle and a tumbleweed
Wait for when the wind will blow
For with the wind come mighty waves
And so the castle foretells its fall.
The tumbleweed senses the moment when
The winds will answer its lazy call.
A bit of dirt dressed nobly
Collapses as the breezes rise.
A pointless weed will dance with joy
Among the currents of the sky.
A dirty house, an unrooted plant
So come together, sand and weeds:
They may not be what America wants
But the CPD says they’re what America needs.
