Today's Poem - Monday May 25 2009

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Any Farmer to Any Bishop

As cause begets effect— so men make wine
(A new excuse to bathe in its applause),
Young puppies roar that virgins’ eyes may shine—
And each effect, in turn, begets new cause.

Yet were this flock to seek your canting calm,
You preachly fool, who then would thresh the corn?
Your tithe came from the labour of my arm,
These fields were here before your church was born.

For fear of forfeit, Pascal’s Wagers stand,
But who are you to bleat of sheep and goat
Whose gaudy crook would shame a shepherd’s hand,
Whose consolations tumble out by rote?

    As cause begets effect and men make riot,
    So parasites should suck their blood— in quiet!


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