
Patchouli scented, cigarettes,
A Marxist manifesto
Surplus shirts and red beret
Taking on the world
Idealist iconoclasts
with the best of intentions
petitioning the peasantry
challenging convention
Tolstoy over cheap chardonnay
nighttime never ending
minimum wage and mortgage free
this is how we were…
3 Comments:
At 1:45 p.m. ,
Anonymous said...
if it were not for the lead in the french red wine and the strychnine in the lsd, i might remember my marxist period more. all i remember is the groucho and chico verbal exchanges and chico's style of playin' the piano. then, the absence of presence when the free love was supposed to go around. i got to smell her stained jeans on the number 6 bus after her encounter with the existentialist professor.
At 8:09 a.m. ,
Anonymous said...
What's the difference between a communist and a vegetarian?
About 20 years in the suburbs.From each generation, to each generation. The drugs are different, the dopamine remains the same.
At 1:51 a.m. ,
Firedawg said...
Living in the commune. Laying on a mattress in the pink room listening to Rubber Soul, The Planets or Firesign Theatre.
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