In a Plymouth six was a bag of tricks
and a veteran of a foreign war.
He stopped me cold and began to scold
me for having dirty hair.
He called me a draft dodger he called me a tink
“Get in the shower you fucking stink!”
Before he left he spit in my eye, I tried not to cry
and remember, that it was a different time back then.
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