Poetry

Ode to 1964

We were bitchin and bad

Never bummed out or sad

Life was a blast, a real gas

No room for a candyass

We were cats and chicks

We’d hang loose at flicks

Sometimes all decked out

We were cool and far out

No ratfinks or flakes

Hands down no fakes

We’d bug out and go cruising

but not for a bruising

We’d lay a patch with our ride

We had the fuzz on our side

Yep, we were fine as wine

We lived on Cloud 9

Hey, do you dig?

Don’t flip your wig!

Lay it on me now and

Don’t have a cow

Later man and be cool

-Eugenia

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Original published on beBee – Ode to 1964

Published by Eugi

"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." - Robert Frost

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