Why, glutinous obstinacy,
Do you stretch and sigh
Out some exasperated, selfish complaint
When, through your portrait window,
You see The Raft of the Medusa and
Rodin’s picturesque gates
Enmeshed-
Wretched, teeming, groping
Humanity?
Drink in the unpleasant, aesthetically
Displeasing masses
As you order your second Bordeaux.
They are forever yours.