echoes of the broadway everglades with her mythical madonnas still walking in their shades lenny bruce declares a truce and plays his other hand marshall mcluhan casual viewin head buried in the sand sirens on the rooftops wailing but there s no ship sailing groucho with his movies trailing stands alone with his punchline failing klu klux klan serve hot soul food and the band plays in the mood the cheerleader waves her cyanide wand there s a smell of peach blossom and bitter almond caryl chessman sniffs the air and leads the parade he knows in a scent you can bottle all you made there s howard hughes in blue suede shoes smiling at the majorettes smoking winston cigarettes and as the song and dance begins the children play at home with needles needles and pins