can't say "won't" just out for a jaunt

like I'm sauntering - but not past Garbo on Fire Island

a new way of styling, though folks be smiling

at me, that I told Miss Crabtree I'm baffled

climbing the scaffold to swing from the rafters like Lupton

this is somethin' for the people - as if an equal entity

encountered systemic corruption - through fluctuating moods

some pursued - as good as it could get or think I could feel

peel off the layers - some say otherwise, under the guise