Thank You, Arlo
for Alice's Restaurant,
that eighteen-minute ramble
about your hippie days and the
"Thanksgiving Dinner that Couldn't Be Beat",
and taking out the trash
in a red VW Microbus with shovels and rakes
and implements of destruction,
and Officer Obie, and the court appearance
with twenty-seven eight by ten color glossy pictures,
and the draft board, and Group W,
and father-rapers, and "Kill! Kill! Kill!"
and the Anti-Massacree Movement.
It was about Vietnam - back then
everything was about Vietnam,
but for me, and countless others,
there's no Thanksgiving without it,
and we love when you assure us
that you can get anything you want
(exceptin' Alice).
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