I was talking loud
as I can do when wine drunk
aware with all tensions
as my words were not getting through
to my vino sozzled mob at the table
the death of the hippie my theme
giving in to passion writ large
the death of the hippie was an event
the Mime Troupe the Diggers
Emmett Coyote all the mommas
recognising hippie was done
over
taken up by the store greedheads
selling shit beads mandalas incense
paisley rags run up in sweat shops
too many kids had run away arrived
hoping to find a dream instead got hungry
exploited found the wrong drugs people
missed the message of inner being
but bought the fashion to fit in
never the hippie way
the substance the ideas were lost
in graphics music written words
& me you we were the losers
because there was a time when
love was all you need
& all that’s left is smoke dope
beads mandalas paisley patterns