Jance
J ANCE gives two beggars, out of twenty, dimes;
Buying thus cheap their tales of tragedy.
It gives him quite a sense of charity,
And notes for dull harangues about “the times.”
His coarse hands jangle crazy mental chimes,
He strips tired failures to their souls with glee.
An old souse steeped in lies and levity
Once, for a dollar, sold him seven crimes.
His theories might be harmful were he not
So great a bore that no one listens long.
He says: “I like to feel life strong and hot!”
But dullard Jance feels nothing hot or strong.
The purse-lipped meddler merely has a taste
For seeing new pains twist old human waste.
Buying thus cheap their tales of tragedy.
It gives him quite a sense of charity,
And notes for dull harangues about “the times.”
His coarse hands jangle crazy mental chimes,
He strips tired failures to their souls with glee.
An old souse steeped in lies and levity
Once, for a dollar, sold him seven crimes.
His theories might be harmful were he not
So great a bore that no one listens long.
He says: “I like to feel life strong and hot!”
But dullard Jance feels nothing hot or strong.
The purse-lipped meddler merely has a taste
For seeing new pains twist old human waste.
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