Hysterical Triumphs of the Supine

Working in a candy store

in untailored dummy clothes

of cardboard blue

'tis no recipe for a tastefull dalliance

When Knox bought cadavers

from Burke and Hare

The junk always assembles
at the end of the pier

I've been biased toward my right hand

Hagiography and rot,

inability to feather-line the cot

All is as brittle as Bulgarian shacks 

in Dumont

Let the tardy parvenus

drown in detergent, formica