They 'turned'. What's this nation coming too? They smoked. They toke't the 'Jesus weed', was passed around...and began to wonder, thinking for themselves. That was a damn catastrophe, for death and war and the dogs of 'daily sacrifice'. Can't have that no more. No sir'ee!
Then the whole damn love affair turned south and got blamed...on those 'communist-ees'. Jane Fonda got crucified. They liked her better as 'Barbarella'. Remember the General that said, 'he could end the war'...but that sure as hell, wasn't policy...or about to be.
The hippies had to toil, sweat, then came the whores that blamed and beat the descent boys...that 'opened doors', and love, about to die...fell down stone dead. The girls hearts turned cold, as Jesus lost his hold on love...started rubbing up against each other.
The guys, 'just cold', denied the warmth of hearth, and living under bridges...like trolls around burn barrels. It didn't get no better. Men began to lose their balls as feminist witches...urged them to 'their softer side'. Hell doth propagate a lie, and the whole damn world turned sour, and in upon itself.
Now, the world is crying for 'a son of man', someone that has 'the real stuff' to come. It's hard to figure, hard as hell, and obvious Apocalypse must dawn...to knock the world down, to build it up again...and it's about to happen, and to think...it all started with 'a love generation'.
Let's pray, the circle bound, comes round again...in time, that love returns, a stronger kind...and never ends, my friends...or nurse goodnight, and suck its sad remains.
Namaste.
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: Homeless men around a burn barrel, google pic
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