E. E. Cummings

Jehovah Buried, Satan Dead,

Jehovah buried,Satan dead, do fearers worship Much and Quick; badness not being felt as bad, itself thinks goodness what is meek; obey says toc,submit says tic, Eternity's a Five Year Plan: if Joy with Pain shall hand in hock who dares to call himself a man? go dreamless knaves on Shadows fed, your Harry's Tom,your Tom is Dick; while Gadgets murder squack and add, the cult of Same is all the chic; by instruments,both span and spic, are justly measured Spic and Span: to kiss the mike if Jew turn kike who dares to call himself a man? loudly for Truth have liars pled,click; where Boobs are holy,poets mad, illustrious punks of Progress shriek; when Souls are outlawed,Hearts are sick, Hearts being sick,Minds nothing can: if Hate's a game and Love's a fuck who dares to call himself a man? King Christ,this world is all aleak; and lifepreservers there are none: and waves which only He may walk Who dares to call Himself a man.

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