On the boardwalk of paradise
The last rollerblader is made a mockery of
To every tangible part of him
From his piss stained snapback
To the smell of his weed habit
And as paradise begins to freeze over
The wild things come to its shores,
Walk the streets,
Enter the homes
Waves don’t crash, instead caught in repose
And in the ice storm rolls
Blanketing paradise with sheets of white
The wild begin eating the small
To draw their bodily warmth
The wild expel the small
Too weak to digest
The tv crew hides with the last rollerblader of paradise
In his home
And they offer no apology
