What did you think was going happen, anyway?
Don’t say you were never warned! Old Herrick’s
“Live here blitheful while ye may” gets the message
Across, or how about this one: “The worms crawl in,
"The worms crawl out, the worms play pinochle on
"Your snout.” It’s not like having tenure at Columbia,
Where it’s almost impossible to get rid of you. In fact,
You’ll get rid of yourself, the only question is when.
That grumpus-wumpus Philip Larkin put it this way:
“Most things never happen, this one will.” Well, okay,
You get it. Uncle! Call off the dogs! “Though he slay me,
"Yet I will honor him,” spake Job in the Book of Job
So let’s go to the Cedar Bar. Except that’s closed.
What about Max’s Kansas City? The West End?
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