Feyness of Old Men

                  Feyness of Old Men
   or The Fractious Farceur’s Anxious Tale

Old men without means do of a morning
The product of their own entrails read for sign
Of how the day may go: if it snakes
Or spatters are details he notes long pouring
Over; morphology, odor, color, temperature
All matter, as well as overall design
Through which his impatience rakes
To understand the weather of his time 
Written in the bean of his own aperture:
Japing coils may strike a fatal blow
Odor distasteful demean his ego
Occult, dark color with his pure humor trifle,
But of all things most must be discovered
If tomorrow’s pythic constitutional be baffled!
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