26 Oct 2015 – Coming of Age

I sing the spontaneous loss of one’s pants!
The movies just taught you to bypass romance.
The litmus of love was a firm length of flesh,
and what followed after was anyones guess.

Coming of age in an age without grownups.
Everything groovy and great powdered donuts.
All but the war, and the Kent student killings,
and race riots – it was all free love and thrilling.

Bean bags and lava lamps, black lighted posters.
Miniskirts, see-through shirts, heats’ roller-coasters.
Two heads aren’t better than one if one’s stupid,
singing along to the strummings of Cupid.