When Gilgamesh, resolute and comely,
welcomed the tumbling highball
Heklina let fly at his head,
He knew it was time to go.
"Please, please, no more diseased-hooker jokes,"
he said, "no more penicillin tune-ups.
"Let the hepatitis alphabet song
be sung by Marty Magdalen,
two-bit temple whore,
"Who's seen his share of gin and gore.
Go forth and sin a little more,
and be snappy about it."
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