Meanwhile, at McDonald’s, Ronald
Reagan’s intellectually challenging menu
of steamed calculus in
French’s mustard smelled heavenly.
The points are frozen,
because Pete Rose was
integrating, instead of differentiating
, but he forgot to
tip, like all cephalopods.
But Michael’s foolish dream
suddenly and inexplicably came
while he was counting
the number of leaves
lining his silk undies
(shoplifted from Old Navy),
when leaves started falling
and he’s running…running…
away from the madding
crowd of leaf blowers
which loomed over Manchester