The Sixties were hip. Perhaps too hip with the ****** revolution. It seems today's allegations of ****** misconduct May spring from that mind-expanding era. The fingers are pointing back to then, And who knows what who was doing with whom, Listening to Purple Haze Through clouds of smoke, shared needles, and blotter; Bra burning, card burning, flag burning. The things one remembers after So many years of clearing the cobwebs. Did I get a ***** back then and kiss a girl? Did I invite a girl up to my room? Did I touch a girl while dancing? (OK. I probably snuck a *****, but hey, so did she) I'm lucky I didn't get into politics or acting. It turns out free love was like lunch.
"*****": an archaic word from a past generation meaning woodie.