John Berryman
Dream Song 77: Seedy Henry rose up shy
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Seedy Henry felt shy in de world—
Even when he shaved & swung barbells
Duding up at Gold’s Gym each day
He did thousands of miles—
On the ecstatic elliptical machines
All the way to NYC and back
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Ah those were the days—
When he strut into class with
One of his books in either hand
But now Henry tires of the winter—
He’s squeamish & not very comfy about
The ponzi-scheme ruin-prone Scene
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The so-called City on the Hill—
All those gone Camelot nostalgia boyz
Poor impenitent Henry weeps
Once such a fierce & airy occupation—
Raving away so many of Henry's years
It’s a wonder that his mad books survive
__________________
Seedy Henry felt shy in de world—
Even when he shaved & swung barbells
Duding up at Gold’s Gym each day
He did thousands of miles—
On the ecstatic elliptical machines
All the way to NYC and back
_____________________
Ah those were the days—
When he strut into class with
One of his books in either hand
But now Henry tires of the winter—
He’s squeamish & not very comfy about
The ponzi-scheme ruin-prone Scene
____________________
The so-called City on the Hill—
All those gone Camelot nostalgia boyz
Poor impenitent Henry weeps
Once such a fierce & airy occupation—
Raving away so many of Henry's years
It’s a wonder that his mad books survive
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