My Own Private Ulysses: Post Bloomsday Blues

Post Bloomsday Blues And another Bloomsday’s in the books, So, no more naughty, bad words, boo-hoo-hoo! And no more goody prude-shoes’ dirty looks. So, what’s a James Joyce junkie s’posed to do? Get lit on today’s lit? What big stores sell? Or run the marathon of Moby Dick? Oh, no, without my Joyce fix, life’ll be Hell. I want red-headed women’s donkey kick! How ‘bout the Tower Academia? No, I…