Produced by themes with truth veneered.
No! Till the Joy of Life is biered,
Till Reason wobbles in her dome,
Till all Fame’s other eels are speared,
I will not write a Cubist Pome!
L’ENVOI
PEGASUS, go and dree thy weird;
Down Duchamp’s staircase sadly roam;
I cannot have my laurels queered,—
I will not write a Cubist Pome!