Let us go then, you and I,
When consignments are spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted aisles,
The muttering turnstiles
Of restless days near one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Racks that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question ...
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” (Fyi, it’s a slightly-stained pair of men’s Haggar polyester slacks, circa 1987)
Let us go and make our visit.
My sincere apologies to #TSEliot but I simply could not resist.
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