First Of June Poem by Thomas Dooley

Ledged's rumor puts shame to my name
As the Kingsmen sing it every day
They still get paid it only fades with age

First of June
I am still the same
But everything is new

Sharing my birthday with flag fondling tyrant
Don't want to be associated with that
My conception is a good reason for calibration

First of June
I just want to hear that new tune
Just want to feel that muse

Art is where it all starts
Something this cool has nothing to prove
Keep doing what you do

First of June
I got find my own path
No need for directions from any man

Get up and dance like you got, soul
Just want to let you know you are a soul
Now let everyone know

First of June