Money Brains, Its Alright If You Hate Me, Let Your Hair Down

Hippie poetry

Money Brains

The problem is, Socrates said, its empire baby,
And this train ain't stopping until she derails!
Money, is doing all of the driving,
While, everybody else is ducking!
Nobody is f*****g steering!

Gold brick, on the gas pedal,
Chained, to the damned wheel!
Shotgun pointed at the driver first!
Our seat belts, all resemble shackles!
Still everyone fights over the best seats!

Everybody screaming different directions!
Making good candidates impossible to find,
And, the available drivers often more reckless,
While the banks line up in a cue on the beltway,
As reality TV becomes indistinguishable from life.
Everyone voting for whoever advertises the most,
The voters distrusting anyone they've elected.
Academics are doing most of the talking,
But, according to their own findings,
Almost, nobody is ever listening!
One in five Americans still insist,
The sun, revolves around the earth,
Over half, debate words like children!
Money brains, are a complete oxymoron!
That's, somehow simultaneously redundant!
The redundant oxymoron of money on the brain!
Where every sad clown in this pathetic lowbrow town,
Always gets paid, according to just how big their fat a*s is!

Its Alright If You Hate Me!

Its alright if you hate me, it's alright if you don't.
I'm not afraid of you runnin' away honey,

Twenty bucks says you won’t..

There ain’t no use in pretending!

No sense, in our trying to deny it!

When the one thing you can’t hide,

Is when, you’re still crippled inside!

Unable, to just saying no to yourself!

Unable to accept who’s in charge here,

Personal credit rating, down the toilet!

Uncertain how you don’t trust yourself!

Uncertain, if you can even trust yourself!

Haunted past foreshadowing your future!

Heartache, still dogging you at every turn.

Something inside of you is feeling like I do,
We said all there is to say!

Baby, breakdown go ahead and give it to me,
Breakdown, honey take me through the night!
Breakdown I’m standing here, can't you see,
Breakdown, it's all right…... It's all right!
It's all right, you can hate me in the morning.

(Tom Petty)

Let Your Hair Down

Slow down, you move too fast,
You got to make the morning last,
Skipping down the cobblestones,
Looking for fun and feeling groovy!
Far out, freaky, and funky for sure,
After, taking a few more bong hits!
The wind is blowing hard, can't light it!
So, slow down there, enjoy the view,
Drop out, tune in, come and feel the vibes.
Mother Nature is calling to us all to join her,
Let your hair fall down, as low as it can go,
Take your cloths off if it makes you comfortable,
For Childhood's End is never-ending, in Never-never land!
Our feet sculpt the earth, as the way shapes our feet,
Many paths, one mountain, as each ascends the stairway to heaven.
The Gathering is just up ahead, past the Grateful Dead,
And, through the Gateway to Paradise,
Where a hidden treasure awaits us all.
We Love You!!! Welcome Home!!!
(Simon and Garfunkel)