Do me a solid —
flip me
what used to be a word
we all knew.

Then let’s dig that word,
that daddy-o word,
that makes it all copasetic
when we hear it.

Dig that right-on word
that grooved in and delivered
back in the day, that Kilroy word
that was everywhere once;

caught the vibe and held it,
nifty and neat and tight,
like a wicked cool spell
making it all happen.

I’m going with the radical
word, used to be the word
we said was Word, boss word
holding court, groovy word;

word sharp as scissors, cut slack with it,
slang it like David’s stone against
old Goliath rules, then didn’t bother to pick it up
because something smoother came along.

Gotta love the word, the far out word,
old word sure but it’s still all aces.
Sometimes reaching back gives you
all the solid you need to make it new.