Retro Underground Poem by Phil Kellogg

Liberty with the Retro Underground
Tough as the hounds
Of Hell, free love
Put us high above
Best things are natural
Good times made actual
Higher than a kite
Toasted and roasted
It all feels just right
On the way down, coasted
Still feeling the high
There's something warm on my thigh
I don't care, keep it going
Now I'm in a garden hoeing
I'm on a bike doing a bar hop
Sailing through the masses
People are talking, I've gotta stop
Falling asleep in classes.