The words you offer are mere imitations
of those who use them better than you do.
You enter into private conversations
by stealth---a kind of slick insinuation
by which you give yourself an invitation,
and in your wake, the airwaves are askew.
The handle that you used was Ol' Galoot.
You lacked couth---such an unrepentent brute.
Starward
Author's Notes/Comments:
During the summer of 1976, channel 22 was sometimes invaded by this person who believed he had a standing invitation to any conversation. When J-Wave and I visited the Melody 49 drive in on Friday and Saturday nights, he sometimes attempted to broadcast spoilers to ruin the viewing experience. However, by the time Ol' Galoot began one of his tirades, J-Wave had usually already slipped his shoes off and unbuttoned his shirt---so that the actual conclusion of the film was of only secondary importance. ;)
