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
-later

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

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
Kiss
-softly

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