The Exhibit

         the dance of
      dolls and mannequins starts
at the strike of dawn
         in the blue room

won't you come with
      me to the green room?
      there is an absolutely
gorgeous display of Degas

   Aren't his Bathers divine?

         your eyes so perfect
      your face so angelic
your voice so melodic
         why won't
you come
      to the black room?

i'm smitten with the toys
      and wind-up dolls that
         remind me of
Picasso, darling, in
      the yellow room.

   Laa la laa la
   Di di di
   Laa la laaaa
   Na na na
   Laa la laa la!

         your lips so inviting
      your hair so enticing
your hips so exciting
         please don't
think me an
      overdressed dandy.

a voyeur of human life
an observer on daily news
a perceptive bastard, they say
a receptive classicist, they say
they see him see
      you, do you
see him see what
      they see?

   Quick, mustn't be late for the Red Death . . .