Ah, yes
This place is paradise
The breeze is warm and kind
The gulls are singing
Songs of peace
The beach with them is lined
There are a few
Mojitos left
I didn’t drink last night
I think
You used to live here, but
I might not have that right
I vague recall
Some angry words
About a wasted life
I think
I once had self-respect
And children and
A wife