the pointless...
i'm not a leader, i'm not a left wing rhetoric mobilizing
force of one
but there was a time way back, many years
ago, in college, don't laugh
but i thought i was a radical,
i ran the Hemp Liberation League with my boyfriend
IT was true love, with a comon cause, and besides that, he was
a sagittarious
we used to say our love was like hemp
rope, 3x as strong as the rope you buy domestically
and we would bond in the face of oppression from big
buisnesses and the deans
but i knew there was a problem,
everytime the group would meet everyone would light up
that made it difficult to discuss glaucoma and human
rights, not to mention chemotherapy
well sometimes, life gives us lessons sent in rediculous
packaging
and so i found him in the arms of a Student Against the
Treacherous Use of Fur
and he gave no apology, he just turned to me, stoned out
to the edge of oblivion
he didn't pull up the sheets
and i think he even smiles as he said to me
"well, i guess our dreams went up in smoke"
and i said "no, our dreams went up in dreams, you stupid
pot head"
and another thing, what kind of a name is
Students Against the Treacherous Use of Fur?
fur is
already did, and besides, a name like that doesn't make a
good acronym
i am older now, i know the rise and fall of
a daily victory
and i still write to my senators, saying
the should legalize cannibis.
and i should now, cuz i am a hortoculturist i have a husband
and two children out in Lexington, mass
and my exboyfriend can't tell me i've sold out, because
he's in a cult
and he's not allowed to talk to me.
