She Just Can't Make Up His Mind
Where's my top hat with jaunty
slant? A half dozen spout mindless
drivel, voicing their thoughtless
opinions, and her naked soul pleads
for quiet, wishes to be shucked of all
Yeah, yeah. I'm a day late with this. Yesterday I was in a conference all day and then driving home. Got in at 2 AM. I just could not write then (plus I was already late with my poem).