Poems from the 1970s
Ok so you turn your hate on me
i'll blast you to kingdom come
here's my gun bang-bang!
see the red ochre anger flare on your forehead
now you'll know for sure i've not kissed your bum
my lips have tasted shit too long
so just swing along with the rest of us hipsters
lazy bugger-buddha brothers and sisters
who might even be seen as beautiful folk
if you'd let up on the tight-arsed demands
we go straight
we'd rather find a space hassle-free
a place you can't get in our face
with your bloody hang-ups
so before you get shirty
smoke a toke!
and piss off in peace brother
there's world enough of hurt already
next time remember
bang! bang! we don't eat dirt!
1972, rev. mmvii