Been there,

Done that,

Got high,

Dropped acid,

Smoked pot,

Drank beer,

Popped pills,

In love with Jimi,

His music did gimme,

A hard on at age fifteen,

Lost my virginity,

Right in under the stage,

She was 22,

She taught me all that was to me, new,

She died the next year, overdose,

Life does sometimes really screw…

Hardly any time to of the music listen,

My eyes, my brain, my skin did glisten,

Acid the drug of choice,

Of and for Jimi I did rejoice,

Still to this day I crank him up,

Hard to believe I still have my hearing,

Got there my first earring,

A peace sign, I tried not to show I was tearing,

Though I was so high I can’t believe I was in anyway fearing…

3 long days and nights,

No tickets needed we had ours though alright,

Slept on the ground out in the rain,

On flat land something like a plain,

Smelled the land did of cows,

It was a farm afterall, the bands took many bows,

They were under a tent, didn’t get wet,

At least we didn’t sweat,

That you can surely bet…

© ed ~ 7/25/10