"To I, Lester"
A cotton eve,
O, trap! Eden!
O, television sad as night.
I wonder if senile sirs tell war days,
Words selfless, drowsy...
A drawl lets rise lines fired
[No!]
With gin:
Sad as "no" is,
I've let one depart.
O, eve--
Not to care...
--T. S. Eliot
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Dammit, I'm Mad.
