Hangover Hippies

Postmodern Mud

Rolling cars and rolling joints,
Winning karma cookie points.
Belief in all, belief in none.
Forgotten where you placed your son.

Some of you have cut your hair,
And changed the colored clothes you wear.
Your slow walk a temerity,
A false smile your sincerity.

Saunter through there’s no alarm,
Pretending that you do no harm.
A hazy gaze cannot recall,
Your generation wrecking ball.

Hopping in your hippy van,
Stuffiness you sought to ban.
What you left behind a mess,
A truth that you will not confess.

You gobbled up all that was good,
Your selfishness now understood.
You’re standing on fifth avenue,
Hoping to have a smoke or two.

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