Damn the spirit !  Damn the letter ! 
Would to God I had your throat 
Blackening in my fists !  You humbug ! 
Grovel, or I’ll smash your head. 
Legacy ?  You’ll leave me some bug 
(Won’t you, foetus ?) When you’re dead. 
 
Ugh !  I hate to prate as much as 
(Magpie, marker !) I hate you. 
Let me once get such a clutch as 
(Rhymes — that’s one and one — that’s two !) 
David got on Jacob — was it ? 
Muddleheaded, eh ?  Perhaps 
I’ve no cellular deposit 
In my mind like Cambridge chaps. 
 
Swine and snob !  I hate your snotty 
Snarls — to heel, you mongrel ! — Steeth ! 
Once I ripped — εχτεινα ποτε 
Such another from beneath. 
You, you festering reptile !  Shelley 
Would have — I forget the place – 
Damn the place !  Up, Guards !  Impelle 
Hastam !  Smash you !  Foetus-face ! 
 
 
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