At a dinner party
Rose is breastfeeding the baby
when Bill the carpenter,
mouthing on a fat doobie,
gazes glassy-eyed at her
and says, “I could get into that.”
Milk freezes.
Baby cries.
Rose goes home.
Sometimes it’s good to be honest.
Sometimes it’s good to get stoned.
Beware the mix.
STAI LEGGENDO
Hippie Highway
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