The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the smiling faces.
He met the gazes, observed the s***es between the old men's cackle.
He brewed a song of love and hatred--oblique suggestions--and he waited.
He polarized the pumpkin-eaters, static-humming panel-beaters.
Freshly day-glow'd factory cheaters (salaried and collar-scrubbing).
He t**illated men-of-action,
Belly warming, hands still rubbing on the parts they never mention.
He pacified the nappy-suffering, infant-bleating, one-line jokers.
T.V. documentary makers (overfed and undertakers).
Sunday paper backgammon players, family-scarred and women-haters.
Then he called the band down to the stage,
And he looked at all the friends he'd made.
He met the gazes, observed the s***es between the old men's cackle.
He brewed a song of love and hatred--oblique suggestions--and he waited.
He polarized the pumpkin-eaters, static-humming panel-beaters.
Freshly day-glow'd factory cheaters (salaried and collar-scrubbing).
He t**illated men-of-action,
Belly warming, hands still rubbing on the parts they never mention.
He pacified the nappy-suffering, infant-bleating, one-line jokers.
T.V. documentary makers (overfed and undertakers).
Sunday paper backgammon players, family-scarred and women-haters.
Then he called the band down to the stage,
And he looked at all the friends he'd made.