Death by Dr. Who

I tried to explain about the strange man
in the phone booth,
but nobody would listen.
He nattered about weird stuff:
Pity, now the universe is down
to 699 wonders,
in a Mad Hatter sort of way.
Twenty-five years and
they still look at me queer.
When I was a kid; it was comics.
Alternate universe, alternate issues going
forward in time and back in time.
Now it's Dr. Who.
Talk about social suicide,
talk about Doc at a cocktail party,
you're standing alone in a corner
with an empty glass.
If they don't like the Doctor,
strange isn't in their blood.
And if strange isn't;
where's passion?
Under all that conformity?
Fun counts.

            published in For the Love of Death, the early years, 2nd ed., S.I.N., 1993.