What's to say of Mike's personal skillsAs he navigates through social ills?
"Scarlet! Don't give a damn!"
Puts on fez, takes a dram,
Smokes cigars, and roars, "Send me no bills!"
Yet the lady beside him in life,In our estimate, acts as a siph-
on of grace from above,
As he push-pulls and shoves;
His joy seems that he husbands this wife.
Who's to say if it's righteous or just?But we're told that each Burning Man must
Show that fade and decay
Come as years pass away--
Brawley Mike has returned to the dust.
Friends, before us tonight, Mike is kiltedIn a garment that he himself built'd.
At his age, there's surprise
(And delight, we surmise)
Should he find that his kilt... it is tilted!