Surfer Schmo's
john clare
It was supposed to be carefree
Fun in the Vilano sand and sea
The surfer I imagined myself to be
A close knit band of brothers free
Living only for the next wave
To our own language we'd clave
From the rip tides each we'd save
Patience with the Barney all gave
But it just wasn't to be
Taking their play way too seriously
Bitchin' and running off the Bennies
Daring anyone to enter their gnarly
And so I became a happy fruby
Never riding a wave with the dudes
Dwelling on my funboard in the shore break foam
A grey belly far from the homies.
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