Out of a stony breakfast conversation with some new German friends, this poem eventually made it to the light of day.

When we all had hair
Our souls were younger
Drugs were stronger
Days were longer
We thought we could change the world

When we all had hair
Women had hair all over
Equal rights for armpits
Eyebrows, legs and bushes
So we had beards and silly sideburns
Afros and bad moustaches

We believed in what we stood for
And we marched for our beliefs
We justified not working
And smoking dope all day
By discovering corporate criminals
With politicians in their pay

Hair was the real liberation
To rebel by growing it long
Barbers went out of business
Clippers were for skinheads
Scissors for chopping mull

When we all had hair
Our souls were younger
We lasted longer
Fed on hunger
We made loving all day long

Now our heads are balder
But our souls are bolder
If hearts are stronger
And minds stay younger
We chillin’ baldy Rastas
Still keep dancing beyond dawn

Righteous!