What's to
say of Mike's personal skills
As 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 mustShow that fade and decay
Come as years pass away--
Brawley Mike has returned to the dust.
Friends,
before us tonight, Mike is kilted
In 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!
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