Should I be amused by thoughts
of Langston Hughes reading this
verse, or please, the hilarious
equitation of William Topaz
McGonagall taking the same
perfidious perambulation.
Alas, I know they’re dead, and
that the game has gone from
bad to worse through their heirs,
who cling to my corpse, singing
dreamily in my ears, drowning out
the sweet sounds of singular
adulation echoed in thunderous
one-handed applause.
While I don’t mind Langston’s
benign and munificent attention
I won’t say the same for anyone
with Topaz for a middle name.
I beseech you, leave me
peacefully in my senile
senescence, let me
enjoy my dotage please.
© I.D. Carswell 2006
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