We hack the pillars2 pretty much,
We overwhelm the props and clout3 them,
We need not sanity and such,4
We get along as well without them.
The Omate Squares5 are strong and clean,
The Robber Barons6 sleek and gobbly,7
The tongues are hot,8 the Gangs9 are green,
What matter if their eyes are wobbly?10
We once were apt,11 with noble stead,12
With coursing blood, and mien to please ya.
(Oh crawl into the narrow bed13
And cover with the quilt 'amnesia'.14)
Oh no! We'll scale the mountain tall!15
We'll dare the crags and dare the Devil,16
More high than any one at all,17
To Sanity's bare working level.18
This is the world in Kin and Kith.19
These are the bricks20 they build it with.
This is the farce, and the fortune too,22
On the happy hills of Woomagoo.23
These are the hands that bless or rot.24
These are the Fire-Tongued Prophets hot!25
Those are the streams26 that fill it up.
These are the ones that missed the cup.27
This is the group that really cares.28
This is the World begirt29 by Squares.
How did the scratch precede the itch?30
How have the poor become so rich?31
How do we know what they do or say?32
We're only the guys who write the play.33
Only the Hulks34 will search so keen.
Somewhere an Island! Somewhere Green!35
These are the prey of the rampant36 slugs.
This is the case that drives you bugs.37
Never a world so fair and bright.38
It's only haunted, they say, at night.39