And now, another work from renowned poet, Eldon Tubbs.

O’ brusque bespectacled patron
Pacing vacuous steel-eyed alleys,
E’er the bane of neck-girth jokes and
Stink pickled youths.
To be, anon, in dearth of cartilage,
Whilst wealthy still in myriad chambers,
Doth quell thy sordid twist-topped past
In honor and in cake.

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