For they are frankly asinine,
While he pretends to sanity,
Modernity, (dear God, dear God).
It’s bad enough, dear God of mine,
That you have set me down in London town,
Endowed me with a tattered velvet coat,
Soft collar and black hat and Greek ambitions;
You might have left me there.
But now you send
This “vates” here, this sage social reformer