An incredibly uneloquent poem about working ski events

Etcetera

Snowy ya?
Pow Pow Pow
Up in a concrete mountain town!

Uninspiring insomnia,
Brain-leaching parties,
National Fromage Day
Hooray!

Etcetera
Etcetraa
Ra
Ra
Ra

What the effff?
A mosh pit at a rave?
I'm too old for this shhhh...
Maybe' they're fuck nuts. Fuckwits.

I skank on the dance floor,
Jib on the slopes
Bail in the park.
I work with sick boys
I work with sick chicks.


I'd rather be a pikey than a twat mate!
I ride with great peeps!
We play sumo,
Etcetera Etceraa,
Ra
Ra
Ra.