deadest pity in Amenika (eat your hangover, boyz)

[terrance fitzgerald]

I taint the droonkenestPlister
  Only cause
  Of a trying dis thirstay mournin
  I’m dead as a dead rabbit 
  door nailed to a knob hobbled know nothing 
  Protestant’s politics of identity theft in the Negro gutters 
  Of candle ends
    
   
  Now let us here, brothers and bothers of P 
  Here drunkin 
  Sobs and sighs at Fitzgerald’s Awe Gust 24th Wake.  
   
  All the hoolivans of the Pee-nation
  Prostrated in their consternation 
   
  Duodisimally profusive plethoras
  Pissed upon the pyre
    
  There was plumbs and grumes and cheriffs 
  And citherers and raiders and cinemen too. 
  There was Monroe and Mackins Malign
  McMullen and Morris and Scoop brought his lawyer McDoDo
   
  All gianed in with the shoutmost shoviality. 
  Agog and magog and the round of them agrog... 
   
  Sharpen his pen, Men
   
  Tap up his bier! 
   
  E'erawhere in this whorl would ye hear sich a din again? With their deepbrow fundigs and the dusty fidelios. They laid him brawdawn alanglast bed. With a bockalips of finisky fore his feet. And a barrowload of guenesis hoer his head. Tee the tootal of the fluid hang the twoddle of the fuddled, O!
   
   
  ...From Shopalist to Bailywick or from ashtun to baronoath or from Buythebanks to Roundthehead or from the foot of the bill to ireglint's eye he calmly extensolies. And all the way (a horn!) from fjord to fjell his baywinds' oboboes shall wail him rockbound (hoahoahoah!) in swimswamswum and all the livvylong night, the delldale dalppling night, the night of bluerybells, her flittaflute in tricky trochees (O carina! O carina!) wake him...
   
  Grace before Glutton. For what we are, gifs a gross if we are, about to believe. So pool the begg and pass the kish for crawsake. Omen. So sigh us. Grampupus is fallen down but grinny sprids the boord. Whase on the joint of a desh? Finfoefom the Fush. Whase be his baken head? A loaf of Singpantry's Kennedy bread. And whase hitched to the hop in his tayle? A glass of Danu U'Dunnell's foamous olde Dobbelin ayle.
  But he vanishes like a conman before they can eat him, like Jesus failing to return:
   
   
  But, lo, as you would quaffoff his fraudstuff and sink teeth through that pyth of a flowerwhite bodey behold of him as behemoth for he is noewhemoe. Finiche! Only a fadograph of a yestern scene. Almost rubicund Salmosalar, ancient fromout the ages of the Agapemonides, he is smolten in our mist, woebecanned and packt away. So that meal's dead off for summan, schlook, schlice and goodridhirring.
   

 		
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