Eleven Pm Part Two

For once, man, be serious This is liberty hall, you know And all the fairies want a tumble Even though that is mother-in-law… You shouldn’t miscarry injustice! Sure, fad, I apologize, really serious: I’m quite un-particular you see About who goes west (if only to grow with the country or swell with the money!) But, please, friends, it’s 11p.m And I have to venture Against your will and wit To more secretive apartments To seduce mankind, eh friends? You can have your love and scandal (if you dare! If you dare!) without the precincts of my home damn it! Can’t you hear me! I rage! I melt! I burn… Can’t you be moved- rock of rages! Well, what do you think of that? A furious, curious, angered young son Of a coolie, duplicating himself By means of mirrors: More like a muskox than a zerox! Wouldn’t you clap and applaud This woodland philosopher And spin another party for him? I would! I said I would! Even though it revolts me I would wine his wits out Like that damned spot. Out! In any case, gentle folk, who wouldn’t want to get …eh well acquainted with the past as with …eh, with the present not to mention the future..? Not me, certainly, sir, not me! I know my province well: They call it knowledge But I prefer ALL knowledge To catalyze intellectual di- I was about to say digestion, ha, ha, ha! Just imagine- intellectual digestion, ho, ho! Actually I meant digression: Yes, intellectual digression… Ho! Master of the first shows! You must be a great crook To ask to be furnished with arguments And intellect as well! But they would not leave For as they argued It was only 11pm And the path was long, dark, dirty And very dangerous, yes, dangerous… Obviously, they were clean and brave men But the foe was folly And they had little wit. So the chatter went on unabated And historians became prophets in reverse And everybody refused to follow them To the year not of our Lord; And I fell in love with my whereabouts To enjoy the era! Welcome! Lamb became dear to me But even dearer was levity Which seemed to transport me From multiplication to addition To subtraction and down to division Of this strange disease of modernity… Was it still 11pm? Was it even Tuesday? Well, you can bet it was 11am Eleven A.M. Wednesday! Also that we had drank too much Of Mr. Time’s good wine. So in our vexation, puzzlement and Sober madness, we pressed the button And they did the rest. That’s why We are here, don’t you think? Well, gentle folk, now you know If you don’t know, I don’t blame you- It’s too long since you had a nap! Goodnight.