780
the Barnabeast
or
Mr Pizzle
(a
political poem)
a
man is fulminating
is
at the beer frothing
he
is all in his hat
a
big horizon
look
at him boasting
modest
and shy
(firm
of country solicitors)
burns
up the forest
runs
the rivers dry
the
future's all these ruins to Mr Pizzle
sees
progress
poor
diddims in his baby socks
and
cannot even knit
stuck
in his finger
and
pulled out too late
o
how I love a doom like this
and
how it slowly comes
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