The demons in the world today
Pale beside those yesterday.
The current will try to tempt us
With severance, paid and painless.
The meter of rhyming verses
Is turned to a collocation of curses
By those keepers of learned precision
Whose humbuggery dims the bright vision.
No wicked fires of hell,
No brimstone in which to dwell,
Their rot is betrayed by a glance
At their empty, soul-killing dance.
With neither shudder nor nod
Will we yield to that sheltering sod,
Growing in banal contempt:
Life not chaotic, merely unkempt.
Entertainments delight in reducement
While the carnal bleat their inducement.
Nothing ill titers
Among reconditers
Except the thrill of seducement.
A tyrant or a cold technician
Snuffing with noxious emission
Would serve to ignite us
‘Gainst all those that blight us
Before the next intermission.
But it is not a world you can feel
Nor is your predicament real.
“You’ve been downgraded,”
The man with smile faded
Says as your heart turns to steel.
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