Better herd with the underling swarms,
Than alone in my horrible place.
I am out of humanity’s reach,
I must make up my council alone;
I am taxed by my foes in each speech,
And they cough at the sound of my own.
The clerks that loll over the desks,
My form with indifference see;
The supplies will, they know, meet with checks,
Oh! their apathy’s shocking to me.