Bop Lyrics by Allen Ginsberg

(bear with me kids. just as i promised not to write a women's health journal and become a goddess, i also pledge to not become a poet who is practicing her craft. but this one just had to be...)



When I think of death
I get a goofy feeling
then I catch my breath:
zero is appealing.
Appearances are hazy
Smart went crazy
Smart went crazy

A flower in my head
has fallen through my eye,
someday I'll be dead:
I love the Lord on high
I wish he'd pull my daisy
Smart went crazy
Smart went crazy

I asked the lady what's a rose
she kicked me out of bed
I asked the man and so it goes
he hit me on the head.
Nobody knows
Nobody knows
At least nobody's said.

All the doctors think I'm crazy
The truth is really that I'm lazy
I made visions to beguile 'em
till they put me in the asylum

I'm a pot and God's a potter,
and my head's a piece of putty.
Ark my darkness
lark my looks.
I'm so lucky to be nutty.