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 know there was a problem, every time the group would meet   Everyone would light up   That made it difficult to discuss glaucoma, 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 - heh, heh"      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 rising 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 Berkeley      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