Dying on Beach

Travelling along the blue
Will it ever end
I see peppered salty cheese
Which my tongue will never mend
I can follow the awful cold
If you'll comprehend
That a walk is just walk
And the interviewing has no friend
For it really is quite annoying
How much I tell it's not true
That I will find anything
On the ocean blue
That will keep me from dying
on a beach that my ancestors once knew
Tale of trouble and suffering
Has caught my ears
Not to mention a certain history
That follow my race
This history makes me mortified
And friends
Please ask Esti
For the funeral arrangements
In case I die
in Myrtle Beach