Is there still Hippie meat
In your Memphis stew?
I thought all that
Had rotted away,
But perhaps you stirred in
More and added
Censorious sauce
And a flock of crows
For racial hue,
And strictly peppered it
With all the epithets
You learned while
Marching against, or for,
I can't remember which.
I never imagined
There was any left.
I've swallowed so much
Since then I can scarce
Recall its taste. I think I
Liked it then, but I
Can't remember why
No comments:
Post a Comment