The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the smiling faces.
He met the gazes, observed the s___es between the old men's cackle.
He brewed a song of love and hatred--oblique suggestions--and he waited.
He polarized the pumpkin-eaters, static-humming panel-beaters.
Freshly day-glow'd factory cheaters (salaried and collar-scrubbing).
He t__illated men-of-action,
Belly warming, hands still rubbing on the parts they never mention.
He pacified the nappy-suffering, infant-bleating, one-line jokers.
T.V. documentary makers (overfed and undertakers).
Sunday paper backgammon players, family-scarred and women-haters.
Then he called the band down to the stage,
And he looked at all the friends he'd made.

The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the smiling faces.
He met the gazes, observed the s___es between the old men's cackle.
And he brewed a song of love and hatred--oblique suggestions--and he waited.
And polarized the pumpkin-eaters, static-humming panel-beaters.

The minstrel in the gallery looked down on the rabbit-run,
And threw away his looking-glass--saw his face in everyone.

He t__illated men-of-action,
Belly warming, hands still rubbing on the parts they never mention.
Salaried and collar-scrubbing.

He pacified the nappy-suffering, infant-bleating, one-line jokers.
T.V. documentary makers (overfed and undertakers).
Sunday paper backgammon players, family-scarred and women-haters.
Then he called the band down to the stage,
And he looked at all the friends he'd made.

The minstrel in the gallery looked down on the rabbit-run,
And threw away his looking-glass--saw his face in everyone.

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