Filthy Graffitico

You are a sexual innuendo in this
Burnt out paradise--
PLAGIArIST!
InFORmanT!
We can argue back and forth, but does that
Lilting British accent make you right?
     a bum living off the beach hitting on
blow-up dolls and nOnconscience. We never gave
a fuck about    the Sun, merciless entity
Lying to us about a beautiful Summer
     In technicolor fantasy.
  But we think the shades can protect us
                   From the truth
    The senile TOuRisTs vacationing with their last
Breath, contemplating suicide As they watch
  the reckless youth rushing towards
      the toxic ocean, foaming at the mouth
To SWALLow us all, but ebbs in decision
   From the stench of lazy swelter. We fight
Over the last hot dog; there's a used condom
     stUck to the bottom of her sandal; fun is
Teethered to a   puke green  volleyBall.
       Tonight, we'll connect at the bonfire_sacrificing
unto the goblet wet tongues and some fat, sweaty
guy lying subversively under a toppled
sandcastle; and you,
             a bum living off the graffitico
                        of it all, beyond these
popped balloons marooned in
   our same static.