Fame and fortune you can take,
if you form a church someday.
Wait until they die or say,
"change my Will, so I can stay".
I was small when mom made the call.
All the Men who had the balls,
to discuss the ways to keep,
all the wealth of the hippie, Love.
Carry on with voice of captivated song.
Brothers, Sisters did not last long,
it was the Sixties, pass the bong.
Dirty people loved the family throng.
Sat around with different men,
I guess that it was not a sin,
discussing how to rip them off.
The pardoned youth of the War like hymn.
Flocked to San Francisco's Bay,
ended up in the Haight to stay.
Announcing for all to play,
drop out of society's present day.
Trip on Acid, lucidity will stray,
loose your mind your parents will pay,
to get you out of the occult today.
Dark and dreary is the way,
to the places you can't stay.
Please don't scream so loud at me!
Death Court waits for you to see,
Finals, final and it will be,
time for prisons liberty.
Karen A. Placek
4/30/2011
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