This poem was one I wrote after hearing, “Just dropped in to see what condition my conditions was in”…..let us say that war is not as romantic as movies portray and this was when another coping mechanism was being employed…EXPERIMENTATION.

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Turn on to real life,

Have some brownies baked by Alice.

Leave your family and wife,

And go chasing red mice.

Pink people laughing in the park.

Printed taxis floating by.

Noah’s having a bad trip in his ark,

Laughing, God’s plasticine eye.

On the hill is a warped cross,

With thorns at the top.

On the ground the boss,

Talks of the coming crop.

You talk about living,

But yours is dying.

We are the majority;

So keep on lying.

Use your head for a hat rack,

And we will rule the world.

CHUQ                          (No date other than 1968)

So take your best shot…what was I talking about?