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. |