J. Alfred, I'm sick of your whining -- get off your **** and do something! Yes, I know life is meaningless. I know you've got a lot of time on your hands. Of course, tea parties can be boring. But let me just ask here: "Is someone making you do this? Is someone making you hang out with these cold, scornful women?" Surely a guy like you could find someone to relate to. It's not that hard.
No, you're not Prince Hamlet -- and you're not an attendant lord either. You're J. Alfred Prufrock! Eat a peach, for-God's-sake! Talk to the mermaids! Just do it!
<Note: It's useful to think of Whoopi Goldberg as the speaker.>
Hear Lucius/Jerry read the poem: humanist-art.org/old-site/audio/SoF_039_prufrock.MP3 . This poem is part of the Scraps of Faith collection of poems ( https://humanist-art.org/scrapsoffaith.htm )