Surely, there are parallels between yours truly's idle life
And those described as "gentlemen."  None of us works.
I spent this morning playing (Frisbee) golf with friends,
And, afterward, I went to college to sit in on, not
For credit, an Hispanic Studies course. At no point,
Did my hands get dirty. Chasing after wages wasn't
Something that occurred to me. I did not don a suit
And tie, nor did I sit as servants brought me current
Scones and Earl Grey. I'm not some English twit,
You know. I dressed in shorts and flip-flops, and I
Had moussaka for my breakfast, rode the bus to school
And now I guzzle vodka and limeade. I'm clearly not
A gentleman, but I'd assert my uselessness is very
Close to theirs.