It ain’t going to be like the sixties

You know… It ain’t going to be like the sixties Where the sisters were holding hands, And the brothers were wearing flowers, And the hippies did not withstand. No it ain’t going to be like the sixties, When “the powers” they got control, And the world sighed a bitter...
Hey Diddle Diddle

Hey Diddle Diddle

Hey Diddle Diddle A poem by Michael Sharp Hey diddle diddle, the cat plays the fiddle And the cow jumps over the moon The mouses they dance and the lambs they do prance While the Cheshire cat plays the spoons. And way over there, flinging spores through the air Is...
Let the Sunshine In

Let the Sunshine In

We Starve-look at one another short of breath Walking proudly in our winter coats Wearing smells from laboratories Facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy Listening for the new told lies With supreme visions of lonely tunes Somewhere, inside something there is a...