Old Boys and Girls

Boys who smoked hemp in school toilets Married women that partied with owls Like witches in fairy land of ghosts They lived only with pleasure in moonlit night And by day escaping to shameless freedom rooms Cursing the world as they celebrate in joy These old boys and old girls of old The remember-me-not of underworld Tickle everyone’s trouble spots in their ways But with offspring littering the land of no freedom The old story is retold and told but not in toilets Hemp is gone but in its place are new things Red eyes, swollen muscles, broken bones