The fig tree metaphor Seems to gain much more meaning The older I get. I put a cigarette behind my ear today And when I removed it to smoke I realized that it was wet with the oil From my scalp; I smoked it anyway.
Does smoking my ****** fluids Make me seem a little more Bukowski than normal? Bob Dylan, the unwashed phenomenon Of his day Held no candle (in my opinion) To Phil Ochs But here we are, Marching on Because the Times Are Changing.
Remember me When the draft comes And they forget your sunken eyes and sallow skin. Remember me and how I said That purple and yellow Were my favorite colors.