I am yelly You're a fat Hampton lady,she thinks we're scamming /trying to get our check before our time we return to Shipwreck a long deer path to the ocean the shells are small red sea roses line the sand the Pine Cones are small and on the needled trees the water is bright blue who has the control the one who doesn't answer the holder of money the miniature furniture on the roadside and the hungry faces of sportscar freaks our Bronx Apt welcomes all who enter who has the control