THE SWING
The place of youth today
Is the side board of anxiety laden
With self-loathsome matter of real life
Vain and attitude.
It is not the blood-types of
Your normal pregant pause
But the anxious memory of the fall
That took your kind hearted and sold
It to the deity of life
Called the soul-man of Jinx.
For it is cummard upon the people
To know it for what it worth
The right of all evil.
