An evening of gaming I declined
In need of companions more refined
No painterly painter's idea of fun
Or night on the town with some schoolboy chum
Could ever comply to society's norm
Or artist's observance of line or form.
Banished from Stork and Colony Club
Stained carpets steam cleaned of his semen and blood,
Heavenly holes, conjecture and rumor
Roulette, baccarat, and rent boy humor,
Nothing it seemed could comfort his rage
The final act on some darkening stage,
Child of chance, genius mistaken
An evening missed
With Francis Bacon.