h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

We thought it would be groovy
But real life ain't the movies
- Our commune didn't quite communicate

Eating brown rice in a tee-pee
didn't heal my spirit deeply
so in'69 I plotted my escape

It took 3 months of trying
to get off of that island:
on a moonlight skinny-dip, I just swam on...

Once I'd healed the scratches
and some complicated rashes
I came up with a word: tri-athelon

I told my tale forthrightly
to Gatorade & Nike
then let the lawyers do what lawyers do...

We modified my background
and upon the very first sound
from anyone who knew my past, we'd sue.

And so, by 1999,
my reputation clear and fine
Those burnt-out hippies made a man of me

At 3 AM they curse their luck
'Coz now I've made 3 million bucks
Flogging goddamn juicers on TV.

kudos, my friends, I agree, and greet you as well as leave you with PLT. Perhaps it will catch on...

Weather's Hot.Cider's cold. Wish you were here.
Beach.
(Yes, I have to go to work; but as long as I think: Beach , it's Ok...)
PLT, Mick.

I agree the weather is hot, bongs are the spot. Wish I was somewhere. Life is a beach, is it not?. Work sucks, as long as i think it's temporary i'm ok. PLT....heeeeeyyyyyyy

Yah Mon! Life is a beach - (in my mind, where it counts: perception is reality, no?) Sorry I was gone so long; I was doing that ugly four-letter-word I do for money...
Just sayin' "HI!"
PLT, Mick.