Slant all the truth, you violincers.
Suckle me with depthcharge, esculent.
I see you start guiltily up from tweaking
the festival of Carneia with your sweaty fingers
and I think, assemblah blah blah.
You do not have a share in the world
that remains. On my first visit to Algiers,
fifty of us snoring on one mattress,
I experienced a complete change of linen
and you were fitted with high wooden
sandals as if you owed the place, plus a bucket
or two of cold water. Do you know what
a constitution is? Notorious dependence
on a few phrases, plus a knuckleful
of cab fare. Regarding moonlight or droplets,
it is still early enough to judge the effect of reform.