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baby boomers, Counter culture, Heavy Metal, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, rock music, satire, sellouts
HAVEN
in the rock and roll
rear home haven
the inmates so deaf
can turn the speakers
up to a hundred
and eleven
communal life here
again
at last
after the Booker
in them bust
and they mortgaged their
free spirits for
the house in suburbia
(exact ironic match
for the house
in the song)
and nobody for a moment wonders
never so much crosses
a mind how
ticky
tacky
is that
but there is still rebellion
enough of that 68 spirit pushing
up against
time, against
gravity
and yep, against daisies
no wonder — whatever Lovecraftisn
pretensions of the iron
gods of thrash
and
death metal
no surprise that
Zeppelin’ s Stairway
is their
well favourite song