This next one is called, "Dirge".
And after I read it, I'm going to switch
gears or tonal frequencies or something,
for just a couple of minutes.
Then we'll be done.
We can get that gin and OJ that I mentioned earlier.
I actually don't like gin and OJ, but it rhymed in that poem.
"Dirge".
"Hurray for the dead.
Walt Whitman, Einstein, and the soon to be undone.
Madonna, you, me, everyone."