Vanity and Gash
Doodads and rickrack lounge about
The vanity, oh the short
Shelf-life of fashion! its
Tawdry links—accessory, comestible, trot!
Repartees of angle and sash,
Nickerings before mirrors when what
We cats need is scat-
Moan busting up the cubist
Firelight. I got ricochet and
Hinge, gash and rabble against
The departmental score. I done
Made my mental tally. I
Got rain sharpening its claws
Up the rooftop. I do
Lope through the assailant damp.
The tub sits denudedly white.
