Life of a free man
No job
No rent
Nowhere to be
No one to see
Modern shackles
Drifting
Away as the day
Becomes long
We eat
We talk
We smoke
And drink
And watch the ocean.
It talks to us. Whispering.
Sshhhhhhhh...
Soothing us
Telling us its okay
The little cove we
Inhabit
Is a grayeyard.
Millions stranded
In death
As evidenced by
The cracked, bleached
Discarded and forgotten
Shells.
We six are the only
Humans left on this
Planet.
Free men.
Modern day strandloopers.
Reborn.
My turn
Has come.
I grab the toilet roll
The flag of our new-found
FREEDOM
And go shit in the
Sand.
