Beach Body Poem by Edwin Hopper

We watch thin refugees, crawl from the ocean.
Trying their best to make our fun falter.
Darling. Rub my back, with suntan lotion.

Listen. Shooting? Some sort of commotion?
It's Police, sorting the towns poor quarter.
We watch thin refugees, crawl from the ocean.

I'm putting on weight. This food is perfection.
Drinks? Then early night? Ignore that pauper.
Darling. Rub my back, with suntan lotion.

It's not our business, their daft devotions.
Why sail here? Are they escaping slaughter?
We watch thin refugees, crawl from the ocean,

spoiling our holiday for their salvation.
Are those bodies? Polluting the water?
Darling. Rub my back, with suntan lotion.

Lets fly back home. Leave all this emotion.
I suppose that small corpse, is their daughter.
We watch thin refugees, crawl from the ocean.
Darling. Rub my back, with suntan lotion.