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!