no, put it in the envelope

Oh, he was there; smiling in the background,

Fourth brother and fifth wheel,

Standing impassively and unimportantly

In the best Handsome Supporting Man tradition,

Every bit as much of the scenery

As the potted plants or painted backdrops,

Without the eyebrow waggle, the horn or harp,

The fine tootsie fruitsie-ing of the paying public.

But know this; when the Enola Gay

Carried its single passenger which bathed Hiroshima

In the flash of a billion footlights,

It was his factory that fashioned the straps

Which kept the Fat Man belted securely

In his seat in first class, thus proving

That he could show his brothers a thing or two

About leaving them in the aisles.


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