mom married seven times
grandmother married seven times too
i'd seen their trials and errors
whilst they'd searched for love
their way .. by their rules
eleven intelligent .. beautiful girlfriends
Dear God .. what was I to do
Phyllis .. I turned loose
Susan had been waiting
finally i'd time to spend with her
hippie era was quite a ride
tune in .. turn on .. drop out
peace .. flower power .. make love .. not war
our boys coming home in a flag draped box
stand up and shout .. get shot to be heard
blacklight neon posters glowed bright .. maryjane stayed lit
my brother Coon Dog nicknamed me James Bond
it stuck .. I honored the title as well as I could
i'd learned so little .. sometimes so very much
observing mom and grandmother fail
never was there a night I was alone
I threw big parties for all my friends
it went from a few to a couple of hundred guests
rock and roll .. beer .. jungle juice .. mushroom tea
maryjane aplenty .. weekends were chaotically wild
always there were strangers to wake up and run off
drugs were sporadic .. low-key
narcs were infiltrating .. pretending to be hippies
I could usually sort them out easily
see them coming from a mile or two
turn them around .. move the party to an undisclosed location
most times we'd end up at the Ouachita River
an elusive, hard to reach .. stretch of private beach
party continued all night long
everyone would just get stoned
swaying with the music .. rock and roll songs
Copyright @ July 2014
StandingBear
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