AND SOME MAKE IT AND SOME CALL ALICE

and some make it and some call Alice
knowledge hangs form the blackboards
and LSD from the street corners
as methylated musicians purr into microphones
and love and fugs orgasm to pubic spotted dwarfs
cop flash is eaten alive by adrenaline
growing older on Harley Davidson
sylert angels hang from medicine cabinets
and are pissed on
miniature Timothy Leary dolls make commandments
to school rooms of nuns on floors
and people eat dogs and dogs eat dogs
and people eat people and than vomit
and than feed the dogs and people eat dogs
and down heads gyrate to sights and sounds
and imagine hippy notables and their partners
on the dance floor
and folksingers cry that they are tryin'
for the sun engulfed in law of escape
and dogs shit and vomit on their mattresses
and mothers and fathers shit on sons and daughters
with pleas of "Get straight I'll give you a dollar"
and fathers send checks to first sons who will
some day make it if they can sell and deal and burn
and some aim for self goals if independence
and some make it and some spirits die
and "it's not easy livin' on your own
it's a hard thing" the Stones scream
and some make it and sell and deal and burn
and finally become free as spirits die
and some fight in wars
and get shit on by other soldiers
and then die.