Wheat-paste and spray paint overrum ads we had just barely begun
the biggest Free Fred on a billboardwhen caught by the Lucky Florist man.We got away, like the three other timeswe told the PoPo the art teacher said so.They left us with the paint and bucketsexcept our friend Mexican-Indigenoushandcuffed and hauled off and roughedup. We raised bail that same nightin jail she ate a bologna on whitebread sandwich. To my freedom-loving accomplices who knowwe can get better: Lay your head
on my pillow and just relax, relax, relax...