I raced on The Lex
to Washington Square Park
for a Con-Law grad class
to keep my B mark.
But lo and behold
a sit-in I do see
with pea-coated squatters
protesting with glee.
They were wallowing in
15 minutes of fame,
blocking elevators
and for why I came.
Tried picking my way through
the mass of rear ends,
only to be jeered at
by revolution's best friends.
"Hey," one black-beret lass
shouted out in my face.
"Are you a dirty rich kid?
You're smack in our space."
You'll find them today
taking about the poor,
dreaming of the time
they stopped all the war.
They'll go to their graves
thinking they changed the world
by sitting on their asses
with epitaphs hurled.
by benny bell jr
Period Nam Sit-in
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