The day they put Tommy Chong in prison
for selling water bongs, I was hittin’ mine
sitting there screaming at the television
how could Tommy Chong be doing time!?
O the breaking news keeps breaking my heart
taking my morning muse and tearing it apart.
The president with the small dark and beady eyes
keeps telling me they’ll never break our will.
Another soldier dies. Another mother cries.
children drawing guns (outside the lines) thou shall not kill.
It used to be i’d wake up in the morning
it was coffee, cartoons, and the Price is Right.
now it’s nothing but storm clouds forming.
how i miss those happy songs I’d write.