Cappelbaum Uses His Intelligence
Cappelbaum dreams
there's a wolf in the village
meanwhile at Cappelbaum's fête
whitecollar'd stewards serve
a mincer hurtle
a urchin rèmelt
a dirty limerick as parrot cleanser
notes on his morning run
brown vomit with a side of
pills vermilion and amber
as in the corner sally b
cries out her little eyes
tray tray bong announces Cappelbaum
just as he makes his rounds
he compliments at random
(such hands were made for irons
madam and offers morsels
a delicious lion
bites of macadam to music
he then shouts in his septemper
and informs the guests
on his beard the flames
a ford killed a bird
a ford spoiled the view
a ford killed a jew
a ford killed a jew
shedding his links
while shooting his cuffs
Cappelbaum thinks when
will all this sufficient
this he ponders at length
as he leaves on the lights
unlocks all the doors dis
appears in a thicket of firn