Paul the Lion

Rookie (Born in the fall of his 19th year / Comin' home to a place he'd never been before)

Lazy San Francisco Day - Poem by Paul the Lion

Smokin' grass
On the grass
At the base of
The Golden Gate
Headin' across the
Bay to Berkeley

No clouds in
The sky today
An ever so light
Breeze blows through
My hair
The Ocean

Wow, this trainwreck,
Better'n chronic
Feelin' good
I'm glad I finally
Got me out of
North Beach
-far out, man

I turn to you, gently
Take hold of your
Hand, whisper
Something in your
Ear, give you a

You squeeze my
Big ugly nose
You rub my
Whiskers, sit up to
Grab a Marlboro, and
Then you gasp
-a peeping hippy!

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 12, 2006

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