Classic Poem

When I am at work in the office
A kind of palsy seizes on my soul.
I feel the whole weight of the universe
Crushing down on my defenseless spirit;
But when I get home at night
And it is time to go to bed,
I am as brisk as a ticket seller
In the box office of a vaudeville show.
In the sheer lustihood of my exuberance
I rearrange all the bottles in the medicine closet,
And with the zeal of Russell Conwell
Delivering “Acres of Diamonds” for the 5000th time,
I have been known to pursue a cockroach
From one end of the apartment to the other.