“what is like a little seaside town, where I chase the dogs, and Rutgers follows me around, like a couple days ago, however long is need to know, all the n’s agree, we are the nth degree,

Like a Roman Portmeirion,

With a bit of MK ULTRA thereupon

Nazi bunkers by the sea

And strange naked lady pair

Mother and daughter beware

Of the old man by the sea

With machine gun turrets verily

And the charm of a hamlet

Off the trail

Or by sail

And we agree

What is the point of this story

Down to the Ligurian Sea

And off to a Maltese Temple verily,

Such ways of being,

The Et Rus,

Let us remind you for a day

Et is ancient, and,

The “ancient wilderness”

Of rustic rustication and rural vacation

A Temple land too,

You would be coming out from to do,

With an ancient secret that is true:

THE DOUBLE

Good enough

Medicine for the day,