What is a thespian,
what is a con artist?

For this,
use the philistine,
and his pitchmen.

Where
is our reverence,
is it hidden?

Well,
what is this life
but loaded guns?
pussy gavels,
cocked-arm judges.

It’s as my father
always said
In this
luke-eat-luke world,
one must always
be a Lukeyman.

That’s
the finest thing
I’ve heard all day.