Poetry and the Masses

[abu nuwas]

Getting back to the masses, I bought a Philip Hegley book to-day, where he links one little poem to another with tales of spectacles, and dogs-- mostly his spectacles, and his dog. If the masses had not fallen away from religion, they might appreciate:

My dog my dog why hast thou forsaken me?

I think a kind of modified masses would be the first target, then the whole shoot.

What kind of modification are we talking about? I tend to prefer mutants. I shall begin writing poetry for X-Men.

I shall look forward to your next volume: The Day the X-Men Took Over the World. Poem on one page, nude on the facing page. You will be on telly in no time...