I’m not a leaderI’m not a left-wing rhetoric mobilizing force of one
But there was a time way backmany years ago in collegedon’t laugh
But I thought I was a radicalI ran the hemp liberation group with my boyfriend
It was true lovewith a common causeand besides thathe was a sagittarius.
We used to say that our love was like hemp ropethree times as strong as the rope that
You buy domestically
And we would bond in the face of oppression from big business and the deans
But I knew there was a problemevery time the group would meet everyone would light up
That made it difficult to discuss glaucoma and human rightsnot to mention chemotherapy.
Well sometimeslife gives us lessons sent in ridiculous packaging
And so I found him in the arms of a student against the treacherous use of fur
And he gave no apologyhe just turned to mestoned out to the edge of oblivion
He didn’t pull up the sheets and I think he even smiled as he said to me
’wellI guess our dreams went up in smoke.’
And I saidnoour dreams went up in dreamsyou stupid pothead
And another thingwhat kind of a name is students against the treacherous use of fur?
Fur is already deadand besidesa name like that doesn’t make a good acronym.
I am older nowI know the rise and gradual fall of a daily victory.
And I still write to my senatorssaying they should legalize cannabis
And I should knowcause I am a horticulturistI have a husband and two children out in
Lexingtonmass.
And my ex-boyfriend can’t tell me I’ve sold outbecause he’s in a cult.
And he’s not allowed to talk to me.