Cardboard Surf

Anything will do
Pennies for your thoughts
Nickel bag stories I tell
Always something to sell.

Not really here to swim
Not really here to tan
Once lived out of a van
With no windows
Walking in circles
Seagulls flying in circles
Talking in circles
Smoking and blowing rings in circles

Made it as far as the road goes
Nothing but sand from here
Then water

Still young but got a million stories
Stories I tell
As I yell
Across the street at you

I’m just your shadow
A stand alone pelican


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