The seals bark like dogs and glide like torpedoes
Reincarnated and jovial, they live the life us humans can only purchase one road trip at a time
Their eyes like giant black marbles; their skin like latex
They wallow in the sun on glistening rocks protruding out of the Pacific Ocean
And bask slovenly on the warm matted down sand roped off from the beachgoers
Protected from the predators lurking in the deep ends
These G-rated stars cutely waggle their butts into a daydream
Visualizing schools of scrumptious fish and sharks without teeth
They play King of the Hill like children
And fall asleep like tired old men after consuming massive amounts of turkey
They're happy to be dead in a precious mass suicide
Unimpressed by tourists taking pictures over the railings
These mammals are forced to take part in the spectator service
As we stuff them full of cotton, imagining the world under the surface
The view from the seaside cliffs is humbling and surreal
The surfers look like a colony of ants scrambling aroundfor their lives
Tempting fate wearing wet suits for armor, riding colossal waves into the shoreline
Their physicality is envied by the crippled and sluggish
And by those who caudle inhibition with lame drawn-out excuses
Flamboyant surfboards stick in the sand like trophies on a mantle
In scenery and humanity there's endless beauty here; the temperature is always nice
The stranglehold of desire is a tempestuous vice
Entourages are encouraged never to behave
Beach bunnies hop for superficial supremacy
They'll scour Los Angeles if there's a chance to be saved
The scripts are poorly written but they'll audition anyway
Lounging was a toker
Underneath umbrella shade
A buffalo soldier
Drinking spiked lemonade
They're the same age
He keeps getting older
The Cheshire face
Of an unholy roller
Relocated by the currents of misfortune I've finally let go
Sucked into the vacuum of a merciless undertow
Pulling me away from my family, away from my home
Will I rise above or sink below?