Blue Meanies Spinning Poem by Edmund V. Strolis

When I was eighteen I was blue like you
Steadfast and self-righteous
Passion driven and always right
A hazy revolution on my mind, so uptight

A belated thanks to the public library!
My sanctuary from the mind weavers
A treasure of freedom at my fingers
No teachers, no limits, no preachers

In time those false idols cracked
Lies like termites made them crumble
I took a mind machine all the way back
I escaped the spell that I was under

To learn the story from the beginning
The gritty truth of this exceptional land
I shudder to see the blue meanies spinning
I see the deception, the final royal scam.