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Old Pothead Poems
by Sam Abrams

Old Pothead's Job Security

never gonna run
outta work correct
ing my ignorance

what bird is that
singing in the tree

wiser at least
than the pope and moses
i know

that no "people" has
a natural right to a homeland
that every person does

what bird
what tree



SURBURBANITES ARISE ! YOU HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE BUT YOUR CHAINS


the surbies
     have effectively
insulated their daily lives
from leafletting
(among other experiences)

the only places they
     normally
congregate
the only places where there's
enough foot traffic
for leafletting
malls & supermarket
     parking lots
are private
property
off bounds to politics
(except in New Jersey)

thus do surbies insulate
themselves from the truth
that makes us free
from the truth that made
us free for

abolition
women's suffrage
civil rights
independence
child labor laws
all
spawned by
cheaply printed posters
leaflets produced distributed
by despised fringe groups

     of all restraints
hardest to escape these
mind-forged manacles

suburbanites arise!
you have nothing to lose
but your chains



OLD POTHEAD SUFFERS FROM CORPORATE CONTROL


can't find any but
globalized cough
drops too sweet not
minty enough

but if i insist on
hanging w/ good cops
getting in the face of bad 'uns
my breath brain
fragrant of pot

     damn!
guess i gotta put up
with globalized cough drops

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