4 October 2007 - Establishment 4

Poet: [holding a slip of paper] Oh heffalumps.
Weird: What’s wrong? Is the air transparent again?
Poet: Just feeling bummed about the conservatism of the Poetry Establishment.
Weird: The chicken crock, then. I mean, the poultry pottery.
Poet: [amused] That’s it. They’re afraid to admit that it’s all made up.
Smart: No fear is needed. Adam Smith takes care of everything.
Poet: You’re saying it’s greed?
Weird: I want an invisible hand too. Imagine what I could do with an invisible hand!
Poet: Hey!