Waste Words
Some words arranged, a worthless waste,
That’s what I call Finnegan’s Wake.
Is it English? I say not
Bereft of sanity, story, plot…
Some say it’s great and since its praises
Clamor on that it’s amazing,
I think perhaps they fear to show
That this emperor has no clothes.
They will not say it’s all a ploy
This love for addled words of Joyce.
They fear so great to look not smart
That they call the unreadable ‘art,’
They’d be better off reading deplored
Cowboy tales of Louis Lamore.
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