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there is nothing so corrosive to the public character
(as the body politic was known in the olden days)
as the estate numbered four
a house on the lane that demands you attend all its parties
a gatsby that wants not a single daisy
but all you ripe flowers who can hear the noise
attend to it, you won't have to clean up the mess
take this fine drink, it won't make you drunk quickly
[but it will addict you and steal your soul]
oh moralizing journalists!
none weep so feeble and wet as you
for the effect that you have caused
as a child cries for a bowl knocked off the table
in an attempt to get to something forbidden
yet there is no parent to teach you
for you demand, I am your grandparents
pay homage to me and accept this paper in the mail
it was once currency and now it is a debt
if only the world would pay attention as it once did
you lament as you are watched
and you will never die
for you have sipped from the fountain
of uncouth
of eternal strife