A Family of Sorts

We are a tight knit family,
Not by blood but
By a strong bond of similar
Interests and beliefs.

Music.
Politics.
Spiritual.
Psychedelics.

Just to name a few things
That keep us bonded
Stronger than those
Bonded by blood.

Under the guidance of the one
We call Father.
He sings such beautiful songs
That he writes himself.
Talented but chooses to
Stray away from a mainstream audience.

We reside in a ranch amongst
Each other,
Living life to the fullest
Outside of society and its rules.

Fuck the man.

Today, Father has drilled the term
"Helter Skelter" into
Our heads and we agreed to
Go forth into society
To spread his views.

A late night in August,
Father drove us
To a gated house and armed us
With a .22 and some knives.
Nervous and anxious,
Father calms us down and tells
Us what to do once we get into
The house.

With a minor scrape by a visitor,
We enter the house with smiles
On our faces because we know
That Father Charlie will
Be pleased with tonight's deeds...