GW#2 - p6 (5)

Ode To My Tye Dye

It's ever so lovely
In colors galore
My pretty new tye dye
I got at the store
It was a white t-shirt
So plain for to see
But now it's got colors
So come, look at me!
It gets me in free
At the Grateful Dead show
It tells other hippies
That I'm in the know
I never do wash it
When it starts to soil
I throw me some beet juice
and patchouli oil
In a big metal pot
And swirl it about
It comes out all stripey
All the people shout
"Hey you, hippie freak-
What the hell's with the shirt?"
I smile at them blankly
Their words do not hurt
But the heavy rocks do
As they hurl them at me

My tye dye turns reddish
In bloody misery
I think to myself
"Hey maybe they're right-
Being a nostalgic hippie
Being stoned every night
Is just pointless and stupid
Don't give me the plan
To free clothes and food stamps
And hating the man
Think I'll throw 'way this tye dye..."
But then I remember the fun I had
At Jerry's last show and how
Individual all of us
Thousands of fans are
Cause we all dressed
And thought the same
And oh yeah can you spare
A joint and some change?

-David Jungen
(Poet, geek, cynic)