Saturday, August 22, 2009
Sandbagging, Revered American Tradition
Remembering my Dad's union, ITU, mostly linotypers,
Newspaper management dispatches a fresh Yale grad
to what they know will be a wild, raucous meeting
& membership responds with shout & screams, plus
an accomplished double-talker who commences
his questions clearly enough, but then mish-
mashes hilariously & at agonizing length.
“What? Excuse me?” sputters callow interpreter of
Plutocracy, furiously digging his attache case.
Oh well, he’ll get chances to learn, including
this occasion, but, I suspect, remain a fool,
a prosperous one due to class, of course.
Remembering my Dad's union, ITU, mostly linotypers,
Newspaper management dispatches a fresh Yale grad
to what they know will be a wild, raucous meeting
& membership responds with shout & screams, plus
an accomplished double-talker who commences
his questions clearly enough, but then mish-
mashes hilariously & at agonizing length.
“What? Excuse me?” sputters callow interpreter of
Plutocracy, furiously digging his attache case.
Oh well, he’ll get chances to learn, including
this occasion, but, I suspect, remain a fool,
a prosperous one due to class, of course.
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