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Rapscallion


I

Mixing his elixir,
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Leaning on the gallows pole,
Dress'd in black and gold and silver,
Eating only to be whole,—
Another cigarette is torch'd;
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Another beery cup is clear'd;
Earth where'er he's stood is scorch'd;
Souls wherein he's search'd are sear'd.


II

By her soft permission
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He could come a better man;
With his loveliest's admission
He should spring an upright plan:
But those women he considers dear
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  Are evil to the core,
So he somberly resumes his sneer
  And telephones a whore.


III

Then, skulking like a scavenger
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Or slith'ring like a snake,
He's afforded to be traveller
And sought to be a rake;—
When a Man's most scoundrel spirit swells
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His mind goes one foul place,
And the tales he never tells
Amongst his cells hold greedy space.


IV

Church-bells chime from high on hill;
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Birds on branches sing;
Sunshine slips o'er window-sill;
Choir-girls' voices ring;
His smile's as big as anyone's;
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He wakes and 'glorifies';
From river to the rock he runs
To tune of fem'nine sighs.


V

Gasoline and alcohol
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Are all that take his coin;
Apart from smokes and shelter, all,
Apart from suits and tenderloin.
A blue-eyed girl with curly locks
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Is all that takes his heart
And keeps his head from out the stocks,
His end beyond his start.







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