My grandparents were the generation
who thought the Beatles were evil
They washed my mother's mouth out with Ivory soap
when she came home singing "She Loves You"
convincing themselves by announcing, "Nice girls
don't say 'yeah'."
They wanted to cleanse her eyes too
when she glimpsed the monsters on "The Ed Sullivan Show"
but couldn't invent a way to do it that wouldn't
constitute child abuse
My grandparents were lucky
but they didn't know it.
They should have counted their blessings that
she was singing instead of growing marijuana.
They should have been grateful that
she was watching TV instead of picketing.
4 September 2000