Hippies

We evolved, we like to state,

since the days we fell from

highs; fled our bareness

& our beads; stayed at home

in lieu of marching;

pumped our cars with crud

from Mesozoic—became

the nine-to-fivers

we’d disdainfully despised;

never glancing at the vagrants

whom we claim we never see,

the ones who always

make us feel discomfort,

our feet upon the tuffet,

while the world’s

about to blast to smithereens;

and the more things remain

the same, the more we say

we changed them.

Andreas Gripp

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