THOSE MAD, MAD MEN

I was ready to say goodbye to Don Draper.
I would miss his greasy hair and blackened lungs.
I would miss watching the slow destruction of his life.

I was ready to say a groovy goodbye to mini skirts,
pillbox hats and Easy Baked at the office by noon.

I was prepared to let them go, Peggy, Joan, Megan,
Henry, Ted, together until the avocado-colored end.

I was all set to say a plastic farewell à la mode
to Betty with Eugene, Sally and Bobby – how quickly they grow.

I was primed to Etch-A-Sketch a copasetic goodbye.
Knowing Roger would keep having heart attacks but never die.

Goodbye to drinking, smoking, mulah-making masters.
Farewell to the scorecard-needing affairs.
Goodbye to not letting women or minorities get ahead.
Farewell to that big, big hair.

I was ready to say goodbye to those Mad, Mad Men
When AMC pulled a fast one to jerk their skinny tie along,
deciding to bogart seasons until Spring 2014 and Spring 2015.
So now I don’t have to say goodbye, so Aloha Don!