It stood ten meters high
Rustic yet it really invites
The empty beach house an unfinished man
Little more than astroturf and a concrete skeleton
Among semi luxury two story con-dominions
Built robustly for leisure and family reunions
The foreman communicates to the labourers as they wait
Telling them it´s way too close to the sand, but it's too late
So they pour layers of concrete infront of a drainage wall
To hold off the onset of storm blown waves that ravage and maul
The owner arrives with family check labrador, check bright clothing,
Check loud shrieks and prancing, check winning smiles mostly
The owner starts his personal evaluation pseudo-expert glance
Check cliches, check superficial building knowledge, check arrogance
He embraces the foreman and architect in brotherly hugs
He holds them for atleast two mississipis over which bugs
which makes the tears of joy questionably ambiguous
He turns back to his family and waits for applause
But Carter stubbed his toe and Suzie just seems bored
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