A florid, glorified production – an altar
To a gestaltist’s cognitive urinal
A jester mired in choral drivel, in a shrine
To lyrical plaster, pickles and pajama pygmies
Swaddled in chastity white
O bestial Balladeer! O curlicued Friar!
For such bastardized zealotry and handsome brackishness
A pasture of urban flower beds is much too kind!
So consign yourself, Eleanor of the paupered greenbelt
The Rigby brigade – to a Mackenzie homily
Six feet under, the surest track to an Eden punctuated
By cries of “Bad potty! Bad potty! Bad potty!”
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