The Pointless, yet Poignant, Crisis of a Co-Ed - Dar Williams

I’m not a leader, i’m not a left-wing rhetoric mobilizing force of one

But there was a time way back, many years ago in college, don’t laugh

But I thought I was a radical, I ran the hemp Liberation League with my

Boyfriend

It was true love, with a common cause, and besides that, he was a Sagittarius

We used to say that our love was like hemp rope, three times as strong as the

Rope that you buy domestically

And we would bond in the face of oppression from big business and the deans

But I knew there was a problem, every time the group would meet everyone would

Light up

That made it difficult to discuss glaucoma and human rights, not to mention

Chemotherapy

Well sometimes, life gives us lessons sent in ridiculous packaging

And so I found him in the arms of a Student Against the Treacherous use of Fur

And he gave no apology, he just turned to me, stoned out to the edge of

Oblivion

He didn’t pull up the sheets and I think he even smiled as he said to me

«Well, I guess our dreams went up in smoke.»

And I said, No, our dreams went up in dreams, you stupid pothead

And another thing, what kind of a name is Students Against the Treacherous Use

Of Fur?

Fur is already dead, and besides, a name like that doesn’t make a good acronym

I am older now, I know the rise and gradual fall of a daily victory

And I still write to my senators, saying they should legalize cannabis

And I should know, cause I am a horticulturist, I have a husband and two

Children out in Lexington, Mass

And my ex-boyfriend can’t tell me I’ve sold out, because he’s in a cult

And he’s not allowed to talk to me