1971 Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

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Screw 'Em All

She met Bobby Lee one summer day,
She was stopped, her car sprung a leak,
And Bobby comes a ridin' in on his bike,
He came up to her
Obliged to help her
Fixe the hole in her car and took her to a creek.

Bobby Lee was a hippie,
Crossed the country on his bike.
Knew who he hated, knew who he liked,
He said he liked her,
She was cool.
Then he lay back slowly 
And became sorta cruel.

Bobby Lee had his philosophy.
It made her cringe.
It didn't have a hinge.
It was heartless, it seemed.
He would say
That the world was nothing,
And it wasted each day.

The people were all hypocrites, said Bobby Lee,
They looked no further than their nose.
And they build pollution for to end them.
They were crazy
Had minds hazy
He said they had no idea where love grows.

"Screw 'em all," said Bobby Lee
"Just screw 'em all.
"Make em know whose minds they blow
"And shut 'em when they know,
"Just screw 'em all."

She got up quickly and ran away,
Since her car was fixed she could drive,
An' Bobby comes a runnin' and he misses
He feels sad
But not too bad
He got back to his bike and his life.

And as he rode away
Saw her car in the distance, he said
"She won't understand,
"She's not alone in this land.
"Her way of livin's not new,
"And I say, screw her, too!"

1971

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