To Reduce Risk

East Beach, lack of D,
Wasn't it free? Wake up, breathe!
I've got sand in my eyes, throat, and hair,
time to jump boat and make things fair,
half a year short of four,
she stops, looks, shoots and scores,
she sees no talent seeping from these pores.

all of the skin that holds it in,
is always just a bit short of a sin,
intricate construction cannot defend,
and an attack means simply the end.

Brains translate that they are peers,
and we break it down using our ears,
they have stopped sending armies of tears,
as it hides you from some of your fears.