Yeah,
and the beats, man,
the groove was good.
All the hobo poets
who swore
the freak allegiance
have gone, man.
There's not a rhyme
nor even reason
where they once stood.
It was the suits, man,
who crapped the burnout,
downed us with buy-in,
and fried the cells that drove
the long-hair brotherhood.
I posted this on Facebook on 24th February 2010.
Where did it come from? I don’t know. Maybe someone mentioned the name. Maybe I once thought I looked like Allen Ginsberg.
Keep on taking the meds… now that they’re no longer recreational…
the groove was good.
All the hobo poets
who swore
the freak allegiance
have gone, man.
There's not a rhyme
nor even reason
where they once stood.
It was the suits, man,
who crapped the burnout,
downed us with buy-in,
and fried the cells that drove
the long-hair brotherhood.
© BH, 2021
I posted this on Facebook on 24th February 2010.
Where did it come from? I don’t know. Maybe someone mentioned the name. Maybe I once thought I looked like Allen Ginsberg.
Keep on taking the meds… now that they’re no longer recreational…
That's me on the spot, cigarette alight, nearly a decade too late.
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