Little Man's Lament (Rehearsal)

They called it Margate Mansion, but the name didn't fit. It was a pile of old cement and cracked stucco held up by half of those Entired palm trees. The people inside didn't fit either. Crust the old lady who talked backwards, a red head with an urge to travel fast.

But it was junior who won first prize. He was half Einstein and half Hollywood playboy. Only when this boy played it was with poison. It started on a Tuesday. I was headed down Taffdavenny one more way to the laundromat.

I had a date with a washing machine and a blonde cashier named Gloria. That's when a cab pulled up beside me and the lion hopped out. He was blowing sparks out of a fat cigar and had a new client.

Oh Jeffrey, Jeffrey my boy, I'm glad I caught you. Get back in the cab fat so I'm busy. Yeah but I have to talk to you, I was just going up to your apartment. Have a good time, I'll be out all day.

No Jeffrey, is that any way to talk? After all I've done for you, after the many opportunities I've given you to help your fellow beings in distress. Well I've worked three weeks without arrest, I gotta wash my socks.

Wash your suck. You can talk about a thing like that when I'm here to present you with a golden opportunity. An opportunity to demonstrate our humanitarian sentiments. A chance to lift one who is in trouble.

I must have you left front of me. Yeah, hundred bucks and it's not him, it's a her. Oh, it's really a very simple job, Jeffrey. Very simple. I've just been over there. Lovely old house, fine old family in the Margate's flower of the old South.