Hippie Chick

by McCutcheon
When I was little
around ten or so
just a young girl
I walked into the kitchen
only to find my father
standing at the sink
totally naked
picking crabs from his pubis

A few years later
I learned to hate
my given name;
my parents weren’t very bright

They smoked pot, drank wine
grew plants from time to time
endorsed free love
and all types of freedoms

I opted for business school
went to Wall Street
wanted Saks 5th Avenue not sandals
a powersuit and some pride
the farthest place from
the common ground
of the commune.
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