The Bell-Ringer's Lament
I don't suppose you understand the facts,
At least the ones presented yesterday
By drama queens and winemakers, who say
That troubles always come in cataracts
("It never rains — it pours"), and we had pacts
With carnival employees, whose back pay
Was garnisheed. Their faces all turned grey
When the admirals put on their scurvy acts.
Myself, I got as restless as a lamb
Beside the slaughterhouse, as if the wool
Was not what they were after. Fanciful
As when I've had a dilatory dram
Standing atop the church — that's where I am,
My hand firm on the rope I've got to pull.
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