A Day At The Beach
I’d heard some stories of vacations for free
Those tales were nothing but white noise to me
Society taught fancy trips cost a mint
And my net worth was roughly 3 stacks of lint
So I stared at the TV eating pop tarts
Amusing myself with occasional farts
While others would fly to exotic locales
I’d strike out at bars with weird local gals
Until one random day I awoke from my coma
With a vision of Maui…or possibly Kona
But island vacations seem far away
When sweating small payments to Chevrolet
I flipped on my laptop, hoping to learn
Millions of miles I wanted to churn
But quickly discovered with some dismay
The points blogging world is full of foul play
Looking for wisdom, I found lie after lie
So much clown worship (see: the points guy)
Were all websites dirty and all readers blind?
Wasn’t there someone outside this grind?
After digging for answers, I figured shit out
Launching my blog with so much self-doubt
The goal was quite simple: don’t be a douche
Would there be just one reader…a dude named Anoosh?
Quickly, however, I found many ears
Not that the goal was hearing loud cheers
I never did get that Mercedes Benz
But found something richer…new non-shady friends
For years it kept going…I wrote my own way
You stood in my corner through the last day
Millions of miles have now been redeemed
Maui and Kona were all that I dreamed
I write you today from a beautiful beach
Travel now orbits in this nerd’s reach
The gift of adventure came through a niche game
For you I wish it has given the same
Maybe one day it ends (possibly out of the blue)
But until then…
This hobby has been a dream come true.
