7.The Pointless, Yet Poignant, Crisis Of A Co-Ed
I'm not a leader, i'm not a left-wing rhetoric mobilizing force
of one,
But there was a time way back, many years ago in college, don't
laugh,
But I thought I was a radical, I ran the hemp Liberation Group
with my boyfriend,
It was true love, with a common cause, and besides that, he was
a Sagittarius.
We used to say that our love was like hemp rope, three times as
strong as the rope that
you buy domestically,
And we would bond in the face of oppression from big business
and the deans,
But I knew there was a problem, every time the group would meet
everyone would light up,
That made it difficult to discuss glaucoma and human rights, not
to mention chemotherapy.
Well sometimes, life gives us lessons sent in ridiculous
packaging,
And so I found him in the arms of a Student Against the
Treacherous use of Fur,
And he gave no apology, he just turned to me, stoned out to the
edge of oblivion,
He didn't pull up the sheets and I think he even smiled as he
said to me,
'Well, I guess our dreams went up in smoke.'
And I said, No, our dreams went up in dreams, you stupid
pothead,
And another thing, what kind of a name is Students Against the
Treacherous Use of Fur？
Fur is already dead, and besides, a name like that doesn't make
a good acronym.
I am older now, I know the rise and gradual fall of a daily
victory.
And I still write to my senators, saying they should legalize
cannabis,
And I should know, cause I am a horticulturist, I have a husband
and two children out in
Lexington, Mass.
And my ex-boyfriend can't tell me I've sold out, because he's in
a cult.
And he's not allowed to talk to me.
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