with a hat-tip to jon, wherever he is these days.

A Simple Desultory Philippic (Or How I Was Robert McNamara’d Into Submission)

i been norman mailered, maxwell taylored;
i been john o’hara’d, mcnamara’d;
i been rolling stoned and beatled till I’m blind.
i been ayn randed, nearly branded a communist ’cause I’m left-handed.
that’s the hand I use–well, never mind.

i been phil spectored, resurrected,
i been lou adlered, barry sadlered.
well, i paid all the dues i want to pay!
and i learned the truth from lenny bruce,
and all of my wealth won’t buy me health
so i smoke a pint of tea a day.

i knew a man, his brain so small
he couldn’t think of nothing at all.
not the same as you and me–
he doesn’t dig poetry.
he’s so unhip that when you say “dylan,” he thinks you’re talking about dylan thomas–whoever he was.
the man ain’t got no culture!
but it’s alright, ma;
everybody must get stoned.

i been mick jaggered, been silver daggered;
andy warhol, won’t you please come home?
I been mothered, fathered, aunt and uncled,
been roy haleed and art garfunkeled…
i just discovered somebody’s tapped my phone!

folk rock.
i’ve lost my harmonica, albert.