HIPPY OH

Hippy Oh
You freak!
Smoking that shit
takin' LSD
You smell like soul
grown old in a musty
forrest sleeping roll
Can a soul that soiled
by saved? Hell, no, SOLD!
Sold cuz it's grown sodden
with psycho-active mold!

Hippy oh
I was once like you,
freak flag flyin' 
over left-wing causes cryin',
following the dead on tour,
jonesing for just one toke more,
seldom bathin'
hash oil bacon
but I got tired of leeches on my back, man!
I got tired of living in vans with dogs and
broke old bearded sages who dispensed wisdom
in exchange for bed spaces and, I left that buggy
scene,
and I got clean,
and mean,
and so there.