You stand up for the interests of folk Who need a bedroom or a bathroom joke, Told with a drumfire of such words as shit, To free them from repressions for a bit. It pays, you find, to give them what they’re after. You are …
(Lui Parla.) Some things are truly lost. Think of a sun-hat Laid for the moment on a parapet While three young women—one, perhaps, in mourning— Talk in the crenellate shade. A slight wind plucks And budges it; it scuffs to the edge and cartwheels …
