frolicsome people

Frolicsome people

They go to an island where summer never ends
Where everything is in dollars and no one wears trash bags.

From what I heard from my sober professor
They never know that what they are going to is a booby trap.

That what they are standing on is a sinking island
A semi-sinking mushroom island that will die, eventually.

That for every hotel built, comes off the support that holds the island.
That for every pack of condom they throw ends up to stink.

So they still go in hordes, in packs and in crowds
Never knowing that they are standing on a ticking bomb./KP