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.