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Jun 2014
I wonder what it was like,
what it must have been like
to be a bohemian,
a member of the
beat generation,
strung out on drugs
& alcohol,
falling down
in countless gutters
uttering philosophies
about simple daffodils
to unspeakable perversions.

It must have been so cool
to push the envelope
beyond the wildest dreams
& escape the ******* stupid
status quo people
who seem to just plug along.

It's crazy but true,
but a lot of them
drunken bohemians
died young.
Jonny Angel
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