Plastic Hippie
PLASTIC HIPPIE
I'm gonna put
my plastic Hippie
right next to
my plastic Jesus.
They can both
sit on my dashboard,
beneath my
deco rainbow.
You know the last supper
was indeed the very last,
now that it's been eaten
you better hold onto to your pants.
I have my herbal garden
and I'm politically correct,
because I know my plastic Karma
will protect me in a wreck.
Maybe I'll get a plastic Buddha
and put him on my fireplace,
then right next to it
I'll put your plastic face.
Yeah! I like my plastic Hippie
he has genuine Indian beads,
just like my plastic Jesus
has a brow that really bleeds.
You know my plastic Hippie
he kind of looks like you,
he is the real thing on the outside
but inside he's not true.
He even has a peace sign
on his hemp head-band,
a real Deadhead sticker
on the bumper of his plastic van.
Yeah I'm gonna
put my plastic Hippie
right next to
my plastic Jesus.
Now my plastic Jesus
he is really pissed, he is mad,
because my plastic Hippie
he is so cool and rad.
So they sit and argue
about the facts of life,
Buddha sits there laughing
peeling prophets with a knife.
Yeah I love my plastic Hippie
and my Plastic Buddha too,
they make my set complete,
with my plastic Jew.
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