an aging hippie's lament

i miss my music

i miss my weed

i am so tired

of all this

corporate greed

and politics

so mired in crud

even dirtier

than woodstock's

mud

i do not want

get in my hair

i want to grow it

as long as

my underwear

which in those days

it was the style

not to wash it to often

wearing that funny

yellow smile

i want my bong

my VW bus

theses SUVs

are just too

much fuss

peace and love

21st century

but the 60s

are the best

part of me.