What of the knowing wind <br />of Hendrix on vinyl <br />songs of silence <br />lately branded for our own good? <br /> <br />What of prayers, <br />my steeple? <br />Down now <br />covered and quashed <br />the queen's garment stolen. <br /> <br />Tell me, dear Nurse, where <br />the old song <br /> ends... <br />someone ordered 'stop <br />or you'll be (cast-) rated' <br /> <br />Gored upon the <br /> twin horns <br /> of <br /> (relatively) Good Taste & <br /> (reasonably) Free Expression: <br /> <br />The rhythm of the <br /> bed springs <br /> is no longer permitted. <br /> <br />Now's the time to rise, <br /> shine, <br /> speak in the vernacular to <br /> <br />new friends (no more room for <br /> enemies) <br /> fall in love with the company.<br /><br />Cretan Maineiac<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1986-rebel-s-lament/
