Last Saturday

Last Saturday, I wore a funny black and white and red costume,
The red, a little flag that went from my neck to my navel
Oh gee did everybody look good, grand
White dresses and debutantes, on everyface Ayn Rand
And I sat at a round table, with nary a knight in sight,
With many wine bottles and
Im
Portent People
Told how great things were going
And how wonderful our leaders and politics were
And I deigned to suggest that perhaps perfume and silken blindfolds
Had them unable to see-smell the dead hippo,
Which I’m sure my friend harryhomeless was intouchwith
And a lady dressed in black, with a very nice
Pea-Green-Gold necklace, to match her emerald eyes,
And her immigrantmade pearl necklace from Tiff
Any’s, an indulgent old soul, also from Tiffany’s,
Told the table that
“Under 21 and they know everything”
Which clear makes
The
Verse
-In truth
Over 21, and know nothing do you?