know when to hold 'em

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.