STRANGE YOUNG GIRLS
Phillips

Strange young girls
Coloured with sadness;
Eyes of innocence
Hiding their madness.
Walking the strip 
Sweet,soft,and placid 
Offering their youth
On the altar of acid.

Thinking these gifts
Were sent by the dove;
All for the trip
 [bad word] by love.

Gentle young girls,
Holding and talking;
Wisdom flows childlike
While softly talking.
Colors surround them
Bejewling their hair;
Visions astound them,
Demanding their share.
Children of Orpheus
Called by the dove 
All for the trip
 [bad word] by love.

Thinking these gifts
Were sent by the dove 
All for the trip
 [bad word] by love.