They punched my button, pulled my covers
Blew my cool, ruint my ruse
They’ve rehabilitated this boy
Cut this motherfucker loose
The fish that nibbles on the wishing
Let him off his heavy rod
The gowned gavel-bangers fishing
Cut them loose from playing God.
Back off Johnson, back off peace freaks
From vendettas, from Vietnam
Cut loose the squares, cut loose the hippies
Cut loose the doves, cut loose the bomb.
You, the finger on the trigger
You, the hand that weaves the noose
You hold the blade of brutal freedom—
Cut all the motherfuckers loose.
-Ken Kesey
(Also, while searching for it, I found Ken Kesey’s jail journals for sale, used, at walmart.com for thirteen hundred dollars. When I clicked on the search result to see them, they were gone.)
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They punched my button, pulled my covers
Blew my cool, ruint my ruse
They’ve rehabilitated this boy
Cut this motherfucker loose
The fish that nibbles on the wishing
Let him off his heavy rod
The gowned gavel-bangers fishing
Cut them loose from playing God.
Back off Johnson, back off peace freaks
From vendettas, from Vietnam
Cut loose the squares, cut loose the hippies
Cut loose the doves, cut loose the bomb.
You, the finger on the trigger
You, the hand that weaves the noose
You hold the blade of brutal freedom—
Cut all the motherfuckers loose.
-Ken Kesey
(Also, while searching for it, I found Ken Kesey’s jail journals for sale, used, at walmart.com for thirteen hundred dollars. When I clicked on the search result to see them, they were gone.)