On a warm dry season afternoon, on an island bound for nowhere
We met up with our neighbours, who were both too tired to sleep
We took turns at staring, across the fence out to the oval
Then hunger overtook us, and we began to eat.
John said, Tom I've made a life
Out of making key investments
Knowing when to buy up big
Knowing when to sell
But in the end it means sweet f@#k all
If you're not getting any barrels
There'll be time enough for working
When the surfing's done
My apologies to Kenny.
Hotly contested games of "500" and fresh vegan cinnamon raisin scrolls with marmalade.
Just another great day basking in the glow of un-productivity.