Tattoos in Mayberry

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Everywhere you look
you see Otters,
Penguins,
Manatee's
Cougars
Polar  Bears,
Red Tailed Hawks
Peregrine Falcons
hardly any hippies.
You would save a Mountain Gorilla
and forsake
your cousin hippie
even though hippies
are genetically
almost just like you.
Forget the whales
Do the math
they have all the oceans
to swim around free .
This is why
it's critical to begin setting aside
wide open spaces where our brethren
hippies 
can camp out safely, in their fifth wheelers
and crash inside tricked out V.W. buses
A hippie homeland to be established 
for now and forever.
God forbid our children ask us
what's a hippie?
We don't have to drag them to 
some kitschy, oddity museum.
or traveling fair
exhibiting  wax or mechanical hippies giving us 
the peace sign,
passing the bong,
wearing day-glo
or paisley
and dirndle skirts
with the scent of pachouli wafting in the air
Songs such as  'I love the Flower Girl'
 and 'Love The One You're With' on auto-repeat
While some snide tour guide
hocks tie-dyed tee shirts
at the end of their presentation
We must do better than that.
It's crucial for our hippie brethren 
to flourish and multiply.
For mere pennies a day
we can establish  
a hippie homeland
where hippies can once again live free  
Free to roam and explore any
mind expanding potions  and poultices 
follow and cultivate knowlege of obscure, and fringe religions
Probe deeply into the source
of their chakra's through meditation.
That's the least we can do., 
to  protect our hippies
a national treasure from extinction.
In the highlands in the lowlands and all lands in between

Buddy Bee Anthony

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