"I Shall Wear Purple."

You know that poem by Jenny Joseph, I Shall Wear Purple?

If not, here it is:

When I am an old woman
I shall wear purple,
With a red hat which doesn't go and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and
summer gloves. And satin sandals, and say we've
no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement
when I'm tired. And gobble up samples in shops and
press alarm bells. And run my stick along public
railings. And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain. And pick
flowers in other people's gardens. And learn to
spit...
But, maybe I ought to practice a little now? So
people who know me are not too shocked or surprised
when suddenly I am old and start to wear
purple.

Well, when I am an old man, I shall wear an enormous prosthetic penis under a trench coat and head to Mardi Gras and scare the shit out of the old ladies in purple clothes and red hats. This man is my hero:



He deserves way more beads than he is sporting. Maybe this photo was taken first thing in the morning and he was just getting started. I hope people threw jewels at him.