REALITY! Thou Goddess of the bor'd,
In whose name many an unearn'd fame hath soar'd,
The fat mechanic and his sluttish spouse,
Who plan a "billiard parlour" for their house;
The dentist who, with spittle in each line,
Doth mangle Sondheim, Hart, and Hammerstein;
The gaunt bulemic whose "designer" clothes
Nothing conceal and not much more disclose;
The haggard housewife, mark'd with bruise and mole,
Ascending weekly to a featur'd role;
The studded youth whose piercings daily grow,
Who wants a "reassignment" down below,
So that his girl, lolling in ebon slip,
Might have a single-sex relationship--
In thy name, Goddess, hath such spawn been born
And for whose sake my set have I forsworn.
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