In hopes of having a gentleman
His mother named him Benjamin
But now he answers only to Jude,
He wants nothing more than to be in Warhol's brood.
Lanky, lonely, gangly and lean
With skin so white it seems to gleam.
He wears a beret though he's never visited France,
At social events he won't demean himself to dance.
Thinking himself gifted, he double majored in drama and philosophy,
Now he pays the rent by seving iced tea.
He gets top billing, in a director's chair he's destined to sit.
This weekend he's playing a shrub in AmDram's As You Like It.
He's so hip he can't see over his pelvis,
But no one flocks to him; he's no Elvis.
Lives in mother's basement with nothing to lose,
Jude is off in search of his muse.