We’re all affected by our surroundings. I wrote the following based on my observations of some of the people in my neighborhood a while back, but have only shared it once, beatnick-style on a street corner in San Francisco with some good friends. Many of you already know what I mean, and for God’s sake, don’t take this seriously…

We find them with big sunglasses,
We find them at ease amongst the masses,
We found them in all our marketing classes,
And so the Marina Girls went running.

The jukebox always knows their favorite songs
Inised a gentle monument filled with much that’s wrong.
The time arrived, decisions made, that they should move along,
And so the Marina Girls went running.

They stop benevolently to pat the stranger’s dog.
It won’t guarantee their affection, but it’s warmer company than the fog.
But attentions are usurped as the executive parks his hog,
And so the Marina Girls went running.

So fulfilling are their cell-phone strolls all down Union Street.
And trips to overcrowded bars that make it all complete.
We might sympathize with all of this, were it slightly more discreet,
And so the Marina Girls went running.

You can see them from the windows indulging their adoption of Pinot Noir.
It’s smooth and oh so beautifully contained, mirrors of what they are.
Minds whose deepest perplexity is where to park their car,
And so the Marina Girls went running.

Turns out Piper, Morgan, Keely, and Jenn
Are all going up to Tahoe again.
One’s boyfriend drives a bimmer, he’s a man amongst the men.
And so the Marina Girls went running.

It’s double, it’s nonfat, it’s mocha, it’s soy.
It’s a crafty backwards hat inspiring affections for a boy.
It’s carrying gym accessories that bring amounts of joy,
And so the Marina Girls went running.