Flower Child

Smoke your pot

Take you're "L"

I don't care

For your sixties hell

I'll be happy

When you od

Then you'll get away from me

The past is gone

So is your brain

With every bong

Less cells remain

Tie-dye shirt

Nappy hair

Cool in the sixties

But don't belong here

Flower child

You're a piece of shit

You make me sick

It's in your head

Don't you know

John Lennon's dead

If you died it would be ok

The dead still play