I'll say this for that dude Pococurante-
the phlegmatic character in red flannels
sitting on the couch there - see?
Says he's a goddamn Laodicean,
whatever that is! All bundled
up like a swaddled baby!
I'd stick a pocketknife in him,
just to get a rise from his
half-hearted ass!
Never met anyone as indifferent
as Mister Pococurante there!
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