THE HEVENTIES

This man had a plan, man
Yet I never considered a bridge the seventies would be made to span, man
Either everything I dreamed of would die and turn unto dust
Or the universe would agree with the topic we two had discussed
The universe and I agreed that I owned the nineteen seventies until they end
And that was my right even the universe would defend
I wasn’t so much a rebel as I was a letch lost in the woods
But back in the seventies you could always find me in the wrong neighborhoods
If it was of an urgent matter that you had I’d make time for you
And I was the man to see if you wanted something illicit to do
I owned midnight, noon, and I owned music and the moon
And the dances people did were always to my tune
Then, when the sun would wave its way away
I realized there was now one less day
One less day since I owned the seventies and all it comprised
But I would never be bought down since the seventies wouldn’t be compromised
It felt beneficial to awake and know you owned today
Yet comprehend that the inevitable will eventually turn my hair gray
And then came New Year’s Eve to welcome in a new year
Alas I was the only one to shed a sorrowful tear
Because what I did when I owned the seventies attracted the attractive ladies
ALAS, I remember a tender ten years until the seventies gave way to the eighties
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Phree