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Author Name: PremiumDr Fogg 9 Comments
Date Added: January 05, 2013 05:01:10 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Out of Control Man
 
 
 
Out of control Man! 

 

Yes I was there in the 60’s and the 70’s too 

I saw the Beatles rise to fame 

And queued to buy "Love me do”

 

Couldn’t get to San Francisco  

So I settled for Bridlington on sea  

Life was one long disco 

It was THE place to be.

 

"Flower power" we all would shout 

I wore one in my hair  

The bloody thing kept falling out   

Just couldn’t keep it there. 

 

Drugs were very hard to find 

I used my mom’s water retention pills instead  

I still got high, and on cloud nine 

But often pissed the bed.

 

The highlight of the decade for me  

Was being spat at by a pensioner 

She cried "Long haired bloody hippy!”  

At the sight of my sgt peppers coat, God bless her.  

 

As for sex? Well yes, I was a stallion 

I don’t think it was my flowing hair  

Or my hairy chest with brass medallion  

More my look of desperation that got me there. 
 

We sang "Are you going to Bridlington on sea  

You’re gonna meet some mighty people there 

So if you’re going to Bridlington on sea 

Be sure to wear a flower in your hair”.  

 

Well, we did meet mighty people still
 In the form of a burley cop 

He confiscated my mum’s water pills 

And arrested me on the spot. 
 

I stuck my flower in his truncheon

Yelled out "Love and Peace man”   

He hit me without compunction

Then threw me in his van. 

 

So yes it was a time beyond compare

Love, drugs, sex and rock and roll 

Man you should have been there 

Happy, arrested and bladder out of control.

 
 
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Author's Notes:
It was the best of times! Britain was mainly free of drugs so we had to improvise, I sold some tiny sachets of chinese soup to a friend and told him it was LSD, He smoked one at the local picture house and they had to evacuate it. Sugar beet pulp (We fed our sheep on it) was a great substitue for "Weed" but unfortunately due to the high sugar content the "Joint" used to turn into a mini volcano  and obliterate the surrounding area in acrid smoke. My mums Aqua ban water retention tablets were blue and sold well to friends after I renamed them "Blueies" We all seemed to get high on them but spent long periods in field gateways reliving ourselves. My mum also suffered swollen ankles from fluid retention.
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Comments:
Comment By: PremiumDavid Turner on January 7, 2013 04:44:36 AM Report

Oh - Brilliant Bill - I laughed all the way to the end. In my case it wos Soufend on Mud! 

 

O dear though - where did it all go wrong? It should have been a new world order, I suppose that in some ways it was,  things are different now - better indeed despite the doom and gloom. I wouldn't want to go back to the society of pre-1967.

 

Dave

Comment By: FreeDean on January 7, 2013 03:57:38 AM Report
WOW WOW.... an unsung BeatleMania hero among us.... what a days those days.... couldn't be poetised any better. You've done a great job bro...
Comment By: FreeAdri on January 7, 2013 01:59:08 AM Report
Oh my soul, this had me in stitches, especially the "Authors note"!  LOL  


When we look back...  It was the best of times, it was the worst of times....  

Adri 

Comment By: FreeBrian Dziokonski on January 6, 2013 02:27:18 PM Report
You rebel,  deviant, trouble making hippy - how else could you write such a cool poem. you gave some power back to the flower. Nice!!! Bri. 
Comment By: FreePelagic Mind on January 5, 2013 06:46:02 PM Report
Decades of hindsight makes the most nostalgic of times, the best of times compared to the current bleakest of times. Saw your vision in Technicolor flowers bursting all over Bridlington! Yay Man! Wild! :0) 
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on January 5, 2013 05:26:30 PM Report


THis is was just so cool.. A vision of the past...oh thoses were the days!!

Very funny in deed would make a great comedy movie!!!

 I am still smiling....

 Always ~ She Whispers

Comment By: FreeJohn Lock on January 5, 2013 10:53:50 AM Report

I am trying to get the picture in my head of Foggy in a Homie dress with a daffodil stuck in his hair. Nah I give up, its easier to see Jesus in drag.

I creased up reading this, you are always on the ball mate standby for a call from Man U.

 




Comment By: FreeFirestone Feinberg on January 5, 2013 08:44:59 AM Report
You have outdone yourself!  This is the product of a pot-warped mind -- although I can't quite remember what that is...  Anyhow all I need is a lovely poem like this to wake up to.  Then I can get Satisfaction hey hey heeey.   If you want to know about my Woodstock  non--experience you'll have to ask me in a less-public venue.  I had a Sargeant Pepper patch sewn onto my brown corduroy jacket (a size 36 mind you).  I guess it's been a long and winding road since them good ole days.  This poem -- a time machine.  I feel like I've taken some Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, if you dig.  Peace, brother.  Thanks, man.  --David 
Comment By: FreeGraham Jones on January 5, 2013 05:55:16 AM Report
Yes those were the days alright, brings back wonderful memories and some,love the humour in this my first smile of the day and truly worthy of it,very much enjoyed~Graham. 




 


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