Sometimes you just have to drink beer

Sometimes you just have to drink beer,

Sitting in front of a cafe, 

With a bunch of random workmates, 

Down the main street of Darwin, 

Chewing the fat,

Wondering how it is you got through the week.

But you have the beer,

At happy hour prices.

And maybe the odd pilfered cigarette,

That you know you'll regret in the morning,

But this has been a hard week.

There is a camaraderie in perseverance, 

In knowing that you got through it,

Even if you have to do it all again on Monday.

But you have the beer,

And the table on the footpath,

And the random group of workmates,

And that strange camaraderie

Which comes from adversity.

And there is really no place you would rather be.

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