Crying and Bitching of Generation X "Hippy
Sold Out" by John MacAulay
Are you afraid?
Do I scare you?
Do I threaten your middle class oversight outlook
Through rose colored bifocal shades
You tremble slightly and cover it with and off hand comment
About the way that I dress
Does the fact that I have interest in impressing you
Conforming to you ironclad social morels
Threaten you?
Do I scare you?
Of course you say no
You just say no like Nancy Reagan said
And is it so?
I have a question for you
But you do not need to respond
I can tell that you are despondent spawn
Of what you have been taught
What you have been told you must think
I thought your generation had a revolution
To fight corruption and pollution and war
But any more, your three piece
Power suit station band wagon of thought
Seems to revolve around that car you just bough
That IRA you just got
Guess what!
I broke into your past last night
And discovered that when you were young
You really did not fight for human rights
A higher social standard or any of that bullshit
That history teachers told us about the sixties
When you were young you were not really yelling about peace
You were rebelling to release some tension
To break away from the mold
Set by those who were older than you
And I ask you if this is true
Do I scare you?
Am I a bit to blunt?
With an aluminum cat baseball bat to that
Light bulb of though you call rationalization
Are you concerned that I know that
You were just fooling yourself
When you decided that you were noble
And now we are strange deranged
Displaced with tasteless garb
We are just adorned in bitterness
About a world you left for us
Covered in a puss that I call corruption
When generation X is next in line
And you are left behind does that scare you
Where have all the hippies gone
They have sold out one by one
Oh when will we ever learn?
That we are on our own
So just leave us alone
Retreat to your Lazyboy throne
And drone us out when we scream and shout
And go on about you middle class ways
You had a war in Vietnam
Oh boo hoo
I'll fucking cry for you
All those guys died killing commies with slanted eyes
No we got drive by shooting
Crack head geeking for a rock with a sawed off shotgun
Gang wars and classroom massacres
In our own neighborhoods
When you were twenty you were having fun
Tripping nuts to a Grateful Dead tune
We got Marilyn Manson Gangsta rap and crack
And you wonder why we are so strange deranged
Our problems are real
Not idealistic dogma that failed during the cold war
Dose that scare you
Does what I say hit a little to close to home?
We are the young befuddled masses
Yearning for answers to questions
That you keeping in a safe concealed portion
Of a cold-souled corpse
For a Kent state masquerade that you prefer to ignore
Well it is time o wake up from you melodramatic
Styrofoam PTA trance
Just because we still know how to dance
That ancient tribal ritual called living life in our youth
And when you see that we know the truth
That you turned you back and a blind eye
On revolution
For cleaner pollution
Does that scare you?
HIPPY FOIL CHARACTER
For John Macaulay’s "Hippy Sold Out"
5 July 2002
1470 West Club, Dayton Ohio
Enters and gives the peace sign. Rotates peace sign around the audience.
"Peace………..Peace………….Peace
We are the ones that saved the whales
Saved the earth from industrial pollution
It was our Generation that made Earth Day. April something.
Where you honor the earth you know. Instead of Martha Stewart and K-Mart
My generation was the cool generation
LSD you know
Gave us insight.
We were out a lot. Not stuck in Dance Clubs (point around this one)
We saw so much sun that we invented shades.
We had a war
A real war
Not that wussie stuff that you guys have. Where you never see the enemy.
Where you kill more of your own than the enemy does. (enemy in quotes)
We had the Napalm Girl. She changed the world.
We saved the soldiers. Made the government bring them back
Kent State, Remember Kent State, That was our cry Peace……….Peace……….Peace………..
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