burned out junkies, str8s and 8s

come come together

coffee shop hash bar Sunday morning all together

(or whatever you want to call it)

here comes the poet the prophet

hippies gather round

the poet sits he does not stand

brushing ashes from his great gray beard

love love share share think think give give

feed the poor

love God

love each other

peace not war

sing songs

laugh and cry

oh please listen and forbid any posturing at all until the lesson’s over

burned out preachers mumbly peg pretenders

sashaying sweet hearts heartless whores

family fandangos cute little cuddlers

farting fat asses long haired lunatics

guitar strumming noodlers God hating policemen

green grocer goblins familiar familial farmers

star shooting sisters and you

listen all

now go!