You said I was beautiful,
But it was just to flirt.

You said you loved me,
But you said that to everyone else.

You said you cared for me,
But you weren't there when I needed you the most.

You said you'd never do it again,
But I counted twice.

Come and run and play with me,
a neo-hippie and I'm set free!
I wear long hair with flowers in it
and barefoot in grass I love to sit.
drugs and "free love": not so much.
love should be free, human touch.
So I laugh and twirl my skirt
make simple your life, and play in the dirt!

BROTHER, HAVE YOU GOT A JOB?
SISTER, ARE YOU WORKING?
WE JUST WANT TO EARN A WAGE,
NO B.S. AND NO SHIRKING.
EVERY JOB WE SEEM TO FIND
DOESN’T PAY A LIVING;
ASKING FOLKS IF THEY WANT FRIES
IS THE ONLY JOB THEY’RE GIVING.

IF WE GOT A JOB RIGHT HERE
WE’D HELP TO BUILD DESTROYERS,
MAKING LOTS OF PROFITS FOR
GEN. DYNAMICS AND ITS LAWYERS.
WE DON’T WANT TO BUILD FOR WAR
WE WANT JOBS SUSTAINING
LIFE AND HEALTH AND LIBERTY
FOR EVERYONE REMAINING.

WHY CAN’T WE BUILD WINDMILL TOWERS?
TRAINS & TRACKS THEY RUN ON?
WHY DO ALL OUR TAXES GO TO
WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION?

I told Miss Reader
that I loved to write
endless verse,
spill loving words
in torrents.
And she looked at me
and smiled and said,
"Don't fight me Dear Poet,
never fear my darling,
just hurry up and feed me,
I have a huge appetite
for sound prose!"
And wouldn't you know it,
she was right.
She swallowed
every single row,
every single line
I dropped on her
curling her toes.