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!