Lines from a Plutocratic Poetaster to a Ditch-digger

Original Text: 
Franklin P. Adams, Weights and Measures (Garden City, New York: Doubleday, Page, 1917): 134-35. LE A2121w Robarts Library
2    As I passed you in my car,
3I could sense your muffled curse on
4    It and me and my cigar;
5And though mute your malediction,
6    I could feel it on my head,
7As in countless works of fiction
8        I have read.
9Envy of mine obvious leisure
10    Seemed to green your glittering eye;
11Hate for mine apparent pleasure
12    Filled you as I motored by.
13You who had to dig for three, four
14    Hours in that unpleasant ditch,
15Loathed, despised, and hated me for
16        Being rich.
17And you cursed me into Hades
18    As you envied me that ride
19With the loveliest of ladies
21And your wish, or your idea,
22    Was to hurl us off some cliff.
23I could see that you thought me a
25If you came to the decision,
26    As my car you mutely cussed,
27That allottment and division
28    Are indecently unjust --
29Labouring man, however came you
30    Thus to think the world awry,
31I should be the last to blame you ...
32        So do I.


1] Poetaster: bad poet. Back to Line
20] dexter: right. Back to Line
24] stiff: contemptible guy. Back to Line
RPO poem Editors: 
Ian Lancashire
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