Suits, intellect and uncombed hair
For all his arrogance
Damn! He’s got a huge white chip over his shoulder
For all his English erudition
Damn! He got it in not-so-splendid isolation
Many years in a penal institution
Many years later he seeks mental emancipation
For all his readiness to spew diatribes
Damn! How come we keep listening?
For all his claim to moral rectitude
Blimey! The man neither drinks nor smokes
Damn! For all his Saville Row suits
He ain’t debonair
But he dresses in garb worth enough to feed Africa
How now, what do you know?
For all his affected intellectual glow
He does not comb his hair
Silly old man