Moral.
If Life-Preserver or Garotte you’re worth,
O youth, to Portland and the Hulks though known,
The capital you’ll find the snuggest berth,
Its wide unguarded suburbs all your own.
Long though your sentence and your task severe,
The pious dodge a ticket soon will send:
You give the Chaplain all he asks, a tear,
You’ll find the Crusher (all you wish) a friend.
No farther seek the system to expose,