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The upstairs room

at the Mütter Museum

reminds me

of old Masonic meeting rooms

and since I was

an Odd Fellow once

I might actually know

Of course,

I only joined

in a naïve attempt

to get closer

to an estranged father

so I went to meetings

and endured

the corny rituals

they didn’t drink

like Stonecutters

or form “No Homer” rules

They weren’t bad chaps

even if they did

bury my father

without informing me the date

I’m sure I’ve been

voted out due 

to non payment of dues

in spite their fondness

for my pop

I did make my peace

with my father

before the old man kicked

as for the group

I’m an odder fellow

than any of them 

could ever hope to be

and I don’t even try.