These Wires Are Live (redux)

I was begat by malpractice & malfeasance
Death had no use for me

Because I would not squat for death
There would be no dearth of fezzes
(and jaunty chapeaus)

Have I got a crazy memory for you—
Nine pigsties & a professional provocateur

Stop shivering in the cemetery
You’ve got bags under your eyes
Viper teeth & elfin ears

After 25 misconceptions
The monocle countess is 20 pilchards short

Wear my cassock
In roughly chronological order
Take me out & ridicule me

You are brimless & cylindrical

What I’m Reading:

      Watching apes pelt enemies with dung
      may remove the bloom from eating fruit.

— Jonathan Sisson / “Movable Type”