Dirty Hippie: By Brad Saunders. Full-time Chef, part time drinker, part-time poet.
Dirty Hippie, wash your ass. You freaking smell, you have no class.
Your teeth are gone, your hair’s a mess. How big is that bush under your dress?
You follow dumb bands that go on tour. You have no job and you are poor.
You try to make money by selling gay jewels, you get caught taking baths in people’s pools.
You do so many drugs you have diarrhea. Your only idol is a Jerry Garcia.
Get a job you stinky fucker. I hate you dirty hippie, you smelly cocksucker.