Poor Mark Shea couldn’t make the Pussy March.
The Demiurge of Hostile Circumstance
Hung no pink welcome sign upon the arch
That Mark might stride through with his great clown pants.
With other pussies he could not advance—
Not on the day when pussies were supreme.
He couldn’t explicate his pussy stance.
He didn’t realize his pussy dream.
But let not sympathy grow too extreme!
A tear for Mark, perhaps, we ought to shed—
But only one. Things aren’t quite what they seem,
Nor are Mark’s pussy aspirations dead.
Good news I dare proclaim. Mark Shea fans, hear it!
Being a pussy, he was there in spirit.