who's tired of having Widow Douglas tell him to mind his manners, and wonders if they are really necessary.
The widow is under th'impression
that manners should be a reflection
of feelings we carry inside.
More often than not they are merely
a front to avoid showing clearly
the thoughts we had much better hide.
She must be in permanent terror
that making a slight little error
might nakedly show her dark side.
But why should you care if at table
the priggish old diner might label
your messiness undignified?
Your wild ways I urge you continue.
They prove there is much goodness in you,
and more: you're no Jekyll and Hyde.
