Inspired By Contest Where I Was In 70s
The distinct decade
Preceding my birth
Ecstasy and aids
Consumed this earth
They begged for pleasure
Pleaded for peace
Floated high as a feather
Then along came grease
A musical comedy
Featuring John
About a he and a she
Who’s fling was gone
A romantic summer
Had ended too soon
Though they found it, a bummer
They achieved fine tune
The smell of pot
Was an expected aroma
Not just in one spot
Everyone’s a stoner
Bell bottomed hippies
Wide eyed with split ends
The decade of groupies
And beginning Again
The world was flat
Or, so, many said
But where Was I at?
Before mom and dad met
Did I exist within him
Was I always his girl
Meant to be kin
When I entered this world
It’s a fun scenario
But, flawed to the brim
Because anywhere he would go
I wouldn’t have been
I was somewhere with her
It has to be true
I’ve always preferred
The things she would do
Perhaps, in a van
Headed to Cali
To take a stand
Join a rally
Or in grandma’s garage
On the green couch, with flowers
With mom’s entourage
Laughing for hours
Or maybe I’m wrong
And I ceased to exist
The shot was long
But I couldn’t resist
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