you may well ask
everything's ambiguous
in this bleak not so brave
new world
get use to it or run and hide
and hopefully you'll find
the owl and the pussy cat
they're just fine
in the land where the bong tree grows
with curly locks curly locks
relent and be mine
she does not wash dishes nor yet feed the swine
best not ever look behind
lot's wife did and you will find
a pillar of salt so ruinous to health
sprinkled with orange flecked detritus
rotting in wealth
a pervasive presidential stench
wreaking havoc and destruction
on the earth
an evil creature of no worth
.
Peace and love – in some ways the hippies had the right idea!
ReplyDeleteI love the playfulness in your poem - wishing you hope for the day - Jae
ReplyDeleteMorality shouldn't be ambiguous!
ReplyDeletePs - you have some typos in this one 👍
Sorry Sir. Thank you for bringing my attention to the the typos. Very tired but enjoying APRIL poem a day month.
Delete"everything's ambiguous in this bleak not so brave new world" It is isn't it
ReplyDeleteFlower children were on the right track. Indeed, one leader in particular certainly has muddied the waters!
ReplyDeleteI "got used to it" as you so brilliantly wrote, at the tender age of eighteen, missed the "hippie" action, tried to make up for it later and failed, dismally.
ReplyDeleteYour illustration fits your write very well. While single I ran with the hippie clan fairly well.
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