There were sirens in the distance.

I swear I heard one moan.

The sailors kept on boating passed.

The rocks stood all alone.

No world’s were worth colliding.

Each had lost their trust.

And no one knows the others’ plans.

Or who was the champion of disgust.

The dark clouds are all holding.

The drugs are sold and bought.

Games of chances are now folding.

Not much new is learned or taught.