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A poem abut the Grateful Dead

would be a nice way to bring a long night

                       to an end

but I feel an anger that is being

                          quelled

It sems I can not remain as calm

                    as I would like

But why should I worry over the antics

                 of an inferior bully?

I am better than that as the music comes

                             to testify

Can everyone say that they are loved?

I feel secure in the love I feel in my heart

Others can be hated or despised but it

      really doesn’t affect me all that much

I am secure as I duck into my soft room

                     of solitude

I can tolerate the crowds that speak my

                                 name—

but I have failed on my original purpose

         of writing a poem about the Grateful Dead

But I realize that I haven’t really failed

       for the Grateful Dead is about life

I shall overcome the bald headed ogre

There is no need for this sudden violent

                fury

In the end it will all turn out to

                  my advantage

The bald headed ogre hated by one and all

I can’t say that I know that feeling

I can be disliked but there is no room

               for perpetual hatred

I suppose I can’t see things thru

         the hateful eyes of an ogre

It’s a groveling level far beneath me

so the bald headed ogre can go

                      fuck himself

I’ll tune into the Grateful Dead

        and enjoy the night

through the desperate secrets of life

             and laugh through gentle sweet life

Are you willing to take such a chance

                   with me?

We’ll have to pine thru the valleys

       and rejoice in the quiet drizzle

I say just take hold of my hand

                     and see what happens

Maybe we can both rejoice in the end

February 25, 1986