In the middle of some most interesting comments
the speaker said, “Let me tell you something about
my life in this regard…” and the audience as one said,
“No,” and arose to leave, but found that heads have no doors.
What can be more satisfying
to one’s secondary soul
than to loudly ride the crest
of the City’s “Thought For The Day”?
In his profound, yet puzzling scrutiny
of the past, this one guy says he
“scans each decade for headlines.”
Real, revolutionist knowledge
eats its own footprints.
“On this you can depend,”
said the slightly rightly man –
“No one trusts sugar.”