For the "consistency," quite brainless,
Which is the Radical bugbear.
Their poisoned darts are harmless, painless.
Judas? Egregious Tanner tries,
In vain, to link me with Iscariot.
What need I care for envious lies,
With S. and B. bound to my chariot.
They'd bite my heel, I crush their head,
And wear their colour in—my orchid!
Red! It will make the Rads "see red,"