Oh yes, i'm the hippy folk singer <br />Who sang in the pissing rain <br />I sang about pain and capital gain <br />And how to smoke a joint in the rain <br />I screwed all the young girls <br />And gave them huge pearls <br />And flicked my dick in there curls <br />I sang about war <br />What it was like to be a whore <br />Now my face is like a roadmap <br />And grannies sit on my lap and pee <br />They worshipped me because they couldn't see <br />That my songs would die <br />Young people would cry <br />Take drugs till they died <br />When they realized <br />That i wasn't the start of a new world <br />My words hold no more power <br />When you sing them in the shower <br />The new kids are talking the songs <br />And my words have faded away <br /> <br />Written Thursday September 2005<br /><br />allan james saywell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hippy-folk-singer/
