1971
Poetry
by Michael F. Nyiri
Trippy the Hippy
Trippy the Hippie went to bed - Trippy the Hippie thought she was dead Trippy the Hippie was a fool She knew no one and no one knew her. Talkin' about the other generation Trippy tripped out on a vitamin drop. Learning no answers from her generation Trippy crammed fourth and forgot how to stop. Trippy the Hippie lay down slow - Trippy the Hippie had no mind to blow Trippy the Hippie was a fool She knew no one and no one knew her. Mercenary for what she declined from Trippy slept soundly from that moment on. Coming close greatly and stopping for no one Trippy died badly for one so young.
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