One was too terrified of death to be near,
let alone view the body or attend the funeral,
so he fled with his penis in his ear.
henceforth, some friends would see the dick coming
and keep their distance.
they properly mourned the passing of the decade by paying their respects,
drinking until five a.m. and still
managing to stay sober during the morning service.
but the death was not unexpected, even though Woodstock
was never the same after the third day when the stone was
removed and all the wet tents came down with the wet dreams.
in an irrational rage, several haggard protesters started a petition claiming
they would always remember their summer of love!
Creedence objected and had a brief moment of justification
when several people claimed they had been born on the bayou,
but it wasn't enough to stop the crowd from blowing their brains out
on the taxi ride home.
another one was too terrified of death to hail a cab,
let alone drink a lot of cheap wine or stay up past his bedtime,
so he also fled with his penis in his ear.
his remaining friends spread the rumor that he had taken the
New York thruway south all the way to Atlanta, Georgia,
where he bought his first McDonald's franchise.
even though he was born under a bad sign, he played
Cream over the PA system eight hours a day,
looking for a white room with black curtains.
all of his southern customers were happy capitalists
who kept time to the music while ignoring the lyrics.
no one remembered Woodstock,
but everyone could see the dick coming.
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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