I refuse to spend another cent
On anything obnoxiously offered
On this industrialized planet.
Furthermore, I choose to abandon
All my belongings, accumulated
Unneeded through greedy means,
Burning the very clothes I wear,
To walk naked into the wilderness.
Won't you come starve and see
Trance of a hippie hallucinatory?
Having grown up in the haze
Having grown up in the haze of the 'hippie hallucinatory' reading this brings back kaleidoscopic memories, having been a bit young to participate was an almost silent witness to all the goings on. Succeeding generations would have thaie own psychedelia but nothing compares to the madness of the pioneers.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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