Art by Unitas
Smugglers, beatniks, scuzballs, dopers, tree huggers, and bikers all wood for his fire.
He penned incendiary pieces on politics and saw most as quacks and fakes,
out for a hustle, a Washington power game
Rude, lewd, he fluted his own tune banged the bong,
a ballistic song; a spiky bard
and word sidar
he liked it fast, liked it hard,
always smart
Freakydeaky Sheriff Pitkin,
could have been,
he was a lightening rod breaking all the rules
punk anarchist ahead of the curve
rabble rouser: spit rocking sharp verse
The king of Gonzo spin – sailing high
flaming hearts jivin’ minds
the seeds of sedition have now been sown
son of Kentucky
cocked locked and ready to load.