Proem
_ (Introducing some of Hermione‘s Friends)
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I visited one night, of late,
Thoughts Underworld, the Brainstorm Slum,
The land of Futile Piffledom；
A salon weird where congregate
Freak, Nut and Bug and Psychic Bum.
There, there, they sit and cerebrate:
The fervid Pote who never potes,
Great Artists, Male or She, that Talk
But scorn the Pigment and the chalk,
And Cubist sculptors wild as Goats,
Theosophists and Swamis, too,
Musicians mad as Hatters be--
(E‘en puzzled Hatters, two or three!)
Tame anarchists, a dreary crew,
Squib Socialists too damp to sosh,
Fake Hobohemians steeped in suds,
Glib females in Artistic Duds
With Captive Husbands cowed and gauche.
I saw some Soul Mates side by side
Who said their cute young Souls were pink；
I saw a Genius on the Brink
(Or so he said) of suicide.
I saw a Playwright who had tried
But couldn‘t make the Public think；
I saw a novelist who cried,
Reading his own Stuff, in his drink；
I saw a vapid egg-eye

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