This man, a birth-idiot, has warts
Found interesting by passionate girls
And older women ,wet hens, crowing
Unnecessarily from literature’s tops
On darkly clouded evenings over tea.
Faced with too much beauty the idiot
Goes promptly into epileptic fits of joy.
For some strange reason the poor idiot
Hardly realizes the gaping hole in roof
And the ground slipping under his feet.