Woodstock
We proudly wave our freaky hair.
(I step on garbage everywhere.)
The bands were loud. We cheered a lot.
(The thick mud made my sandals rot)
“Down with hate and up with love!”
(To reach the stage they push and shove.)
The dope was good. We all got high.
(It takes too long for socks to dry.)
They passed the pipe. I took a drag.
(There’s scabies in my sleeping bag.)
I took a trip on LSD.
(I fell in love and kissed a tree)
To share Free Love we skinny dip
(It hurts to pee. I’ve got a drip.)
We’re young and have a lot to say.
(I wish I brought mosquito spray.)
We sing of love. We sing of peace.
(The pollen’s thick. It makes me sneeze.)
“No more soldiers. No more guns.”
(I drank the water. Got the runs.)
To end the war we’ll sing a song.
(The line to take a dump is long.)
“Let’s give a flower to a cop.”
(My hair’s a lice infested mop.)
“Stand up and dodge the draft with pride!”
(Let’s blow this place. We’ll hitch a ride.)
American Comedy
Mother’s too big to get through the door.
A comedy of the American poor
What about Dad? Does he pay rent?
Forget about him. He came and went.
Pronoun Guidelines
A college prof named Karen taught
To speak like good progressives ought.
I think that I should write a book
Of all offenses that she took.
If I could summarize her rages
The book would be a thousand pages.
Gerard Maritato is a retired family physician and teacher living in Maryville, Tennessee.
