the beat n jazz generation
The men of our villiage
poets home from the korean war
maimed and disillusioned
drugs deadened their pain
words their weapons of choice
a new generation to the beat and blues
of the darkened cobblestone breezeways
a light from the temple of man
to the venice west and carousel
a tram ride away to the gas house
home of intellect and art
touching the face of god
there were those who would sell us out
for portraits of dead presidents
paintbrush and pen
the beat and jazz generation
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