Tug Dumbly # 52 - Hippietown

Hippietown

Cedar, dairy, marijuana …

production moves on.

Now weed feeds this town

keeps greased cafes, hostels and pub.

Backpackers tick through the turnstile

I-phoning the freaks in their theme park wild.

Oh dry your eyes. The counter culture

always was the culture of counter.

They’re selling hippie wigs in Woolworths, man.

The market spore diseased the dream           

from the start, sure as microbes murdered

Martian machines.

Any true freaks have long since split

the scene for sensible lives

running abattoirs, or in IT.

What’s left for touros to Facebook pic

is an inessential oil slick

a street of patchouli cat piss stains

straddled by animatronic Disney Hippies

with slots in the head to stick coins

or just slide a credit card through the arse cheeks

till the dummy lurches alive to strum a guitar

and croak a chorus of The Needle and the Damage Done

sprays sandalwood from a censered armpit

intones a slogan – get with the program, man …

To upgrade your Alternative Experience

press continue now …

Forget it Jake. It’s Hippietown.