I parked my irresolute soul

And walked back

Times had changed 

Bob Dylan was wrong

     Early one morning the sun was shining

I had a peaked hat

  And my footprints were like a three toed sloth

I carried a broken guitar

  My brother had smashed it

   Cuz he's a speed freak

I could have blamed it on the Santa Cruz mall rats

Antifa can suck it!

Oh wait never mind

Let's get some buckwheat crepes at the Crepery

 With mom and Jane

But I was stoned 

And didn't say a word the whole meal.