O young turk in dirty denim boardshorts
Double fisting piss-warm beer in an airport lounge
Listing to starboard as though buffeted by the nimbus clouds of life
Yet your jaunty cap remains upright
Above your sad incipient 'stache
Your faraway eyes see a future
Of gas-powered lawnmowers
A lanky wife who's let herself go
A house that needs painting the minute you finish
And desperate laughter of your fellow travelers watching the game on folding chairs in your garage...
And you have another gulp of the hoppy brew of oblivion.