Epilogue
O chansons foregoing
You were a seven days’ wonder,
When you came out in the magazines
You created considerable stir in Chicago,
And now you are stale and worn out,
You’re a very depleted fashion,
A hoop-skirt, a calash,
An homely, transient antiquity.
Only emotion remains.
Your emotions?
Are those of a maître-de-café.
The Social Order
I
This government official,
Whose wife is several years his senior,
Has such a caressing air
When he shakes hands with young ladies.