Roaring Twenties Redux
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag—
It’s so elegant
TS Eliot, “The Waste Land”
One-two-three, one-two-three, ow, uh, alright, uh!
Wilson Pickett, “Land of a Thousand Dances”
Once this pandemic is done, y’all, people gonna be hollering siss-boom-bah, packing the tattoo parlors, barbershops and bars, macro-dosing, doing the Hedonism like it’s wa-wa-tusi, dancing on tables, dancing in the streets, there’ll be swingin’ and swayin’ and records playin’, live bands blasting covers past curfew, PO-lice sirens wailing and blue lights swirling, sweatpants discarded, shimmering gowns flowin’, flasks flashin’ in the comet light of the apocalyptic party, alack and alas and all that jazz!