Gandy yacht club

brake lights green; white-out covers;
the pipe filled with green; i’m hanging
with my brothers.

the keg hidden within the trees
surrounding the shoreline;
all we have to do deal with are
these pesky sand fleas.

plaid interior; everyone else
is looking inferior.

“Someone has a gun!”

Good thing I know how to run.
Fun into slum; that’s how we
do in the Gandy yacht club.
sorry girl; i am faster than you.
meh, everyone eventually dies.

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