Gilgamesh arrived, with style and one thumb hooked in his buckle. He rode the Black Bull of God, like it were a white stallion. They were bound To notice him, and they did. But they were confused. They stood in their queue In total shock, scarred, but seemingly expecting him and his entourage. His set Of Queens: Enkidu, the gorgeous Eunuch, and Humbaba, stylist and patient, Still healing from being loved too much. Their goal was to tip This place. Unsettle the red neck mob without so much as a tip As a thank you. This mob didn't say please, but they soon begin to buckle Under their combined sparkle. Gilgamesh just needed to be patient. He made the mob understand that they couldn't be bound By the Boss's rules anymore. "Gay! Be Gay, my friends! Set Yourselves free. Never wait for His cue." But not everyone wanted change. One ran into the bar, picked up a cue As a weapon and began to sharpen the tip. His spear. His dangerous manhood, provoked and set With a mighty shaft. He waited, one thumb hooked into his buckle. And then he realised. He'd already been beaten and bound To the want of Gilgamesh and his group of queers. A patient Man emerged from the halls of God with black and white surmon. A patient Man, with black patent leather shoes shining, white collar, looking for his cue To begin his long wordy speech about being bound To the service of God. Gilgamesh came. His fist releasing his tip Into the empty bowl of plenty. The priest smiled and his resolve buckled To greed as quickly as an equatorial sun set. But Gilgamesh wasn't done. He wanted the full set! He'd got the mob, and now he had the patient Man. He'd turned them. Outed them. Now he wanted the Boss to buckle. To bend to his way of thinking. To turn him would be his cue To move on with his pride. His rainbow band. So they all set Off to the rim of the mount. They climbed. They felt homeward bound It seemed. But the Boss was waiting and it was they who were bound And gagged. Now, they were his. Subdued and dominated. Set For a fate unknown but perhaps welcome. The Boss took Gilgamesh's head. "A tip, Gilgamesh", said the Boss. "You will not find a more patient Being than I. I was there at the beginning, waiting in that queue. I loved watching you with your thumb hooked in your buckle And I love you here, bound like an unconscious patient. And I'm all set to take back my bull and add you to my queue, Waiting, waiting for my tip, and then I'll hook you in my buckle."
Ludwig van Beethoven, German composer and pianist, died today in 1827.
A. E. Housman, English poet and scholar, was born today in 1859.
Robert Frost, American poet, was born today in 1874.
Walt Whitman, American poet, essayist and journalist, died today in 1892.
Raymond Chandler, American-British author, died today in 1959.
Noel Coward, English playwright, composer, director, actor and singer, died today in 1973.