MY OWN PERSONAL BOUT WITH THE REPUBLICAN PARTY

Oh Yes the Mighty Quinn was the king of the roost
Busting Bard students and Red Hook High to boot
Bob Dylan lived on the other side of the Hudson River
with Richie Aldrich on the right going north for a shiver.
A hippy in the midst of the red necks at the silo
drinking Moonshine till we were turning in gyro.
Good God we had the brothers Johnny and Edgar
Rustlin’ up White Trash in some funky Upstate cellar
Then in Clinton Corners we had the lovely NRBQ
playing Monk and Sun Ra with Carl Perkins on cue.
Yeh the scene was happnin’ but they had to do a brawl
with a cleanup including the illustrious young Paul.
Sittin’ because of the Republicans newly elected Prez
named Tricky Dicky elected to control and suppress.
Paul was a senior who loved flowers and natural science
matriculated into New Paltz with poems of pure defiance.
Of course he was popular in school and had a Full House.
Three Marthas and two Lindas singing loud to arouse
and applause complaining about “Government People”
Just like Dustin Hoffman screaming at the steeple
with Mrs. Robinson’s looking back totally shocked.
So the cops had a plan and stood right around the block.
Sitting on the corner while drifting through a book
peering through windows for the musical crook.
Then after a basketball game there stood a cameraman
with a token fool Growl with a joint in his hand.
He offered it to Paul who gave it back quite gently
but then flashed the camera and the frame up was ready.
They claimed thereafter the musician was a dealer
and Sheriff Quinlan said grab him “we have the sealer.”
They threw Paul in jail for a 25 years offense
while Tom Sawyer was painting his lovely fence.
His Daddy came and hauled him out of detention
and the Newspapers rang to bring it to attention.
His name was slandered and his reputation ruined
He lost his matriculation and all was surely doomed.
Nonetheless the story has a curious and wonderful twist.
G. Gordon Liddy was his lawyer and he bent their wrists.
They therefore did not indict him and he found a new study
he received an opportunity to find in NYC some new buddies.
He was accepted into the Juilliard as a Psychedelic Rocker
and created a new music and became a leading author.
Symphonies galore and Sonatas all tinged with Funk
and this is the story of the killer of Sci-Fi’s Cyberpunk.