(with apologies to T. S. Eliot)
ANOTHER WASTELAND (July 12) —
Mister T — he nuts.
A bucket for the Old Guy
I
He is a hollow man
Though an overstuffed man
Leaning forward
Hairpiece made of straw. Alas!
His slurred speech rasps
He, greedy, grasps
Women, cash
Loud, lewd, crass
Truth runs scarce
A heluva fella
Orange, misshapen, ranting, raving,
posturing, waving, attention craving;
When he feels crossed
Revenge is swift, death certain
He must win — always — whatever cost
Without a soul only
A hollow, though
Overstuffed man.
Wednesday: Part III
Thursday: Part IV
Friday: Part the Last