Don'T Let American Grey-Haired Women Fool You! Poem by Chuy Amante

To the American Grey Hairs:



The real young ones see you as the Grandmas
naive they are, they don't see your claws

Cats you were, in fact lovely kittens
I know your past peace/love past
back when you were smitten

I see you as young wild and crazy
stoned under a tree, really lazy

I see you dancing topless at WoodStock
I hearing you singing 'Classic Rock'

I see you 'tripping' walkin' tie-dyed down the Mall
I see wild psychedelic spinning
never to fall

I see you camping at a nudist campsite
I think your great, really outta site!

Just because now, your hairs are grey
You're the same inside, you love to play!

Hide if you want with that mask of Granny
I see you High with naked Fanny!

Peace and love to all you retired Hippies
All grown up sober, in bras now,
hiding your nippies!
(optional-'bippies' from Laugh-In)