Aw, Man, You Know...


Those dirty hippies
always reeking of sex
and the well-grown Earth

Those damn hippies 
with their patchouli
and their amulets

Guitars slung over shoulders
hand-rolled cigarettes
flowers in their hair
feet bare

Don't you loathe them? 
How they prance and sing?
Goddamn their
intergalactic smiles
open-ended questions
anti-climactic statements.

Liberal-minded behemoths
strutting proudly o'er the lawns
of their liberal-minded schools

No one pays attention
No one pays them mind.



Heyyyyyyyyyy. nice. nice. 

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