Just Get A Liiiiittle Bit Angrier With Every Line

Sandy sand is on the beach.

I am pink just like a peach.

The sun shines on the sand and me

But I get burnt and it goes free.

I am angry at the sand

So I grab a shovel and

Stab it in its sandy bum.

Now it’s a castle and I feel dumb.

Sand is now my enemy.

I need cash but it lives free.

Sand’s just dirt, so I ask why

I must become it when I die?

The government has outlawed drugs

And pitching tents for homeless thugs

But the substance I think should be banned?

Yes! You guessed it! F***ing sand!

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