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A nose upturned, "What faith have I?"
In banter found displeasing to my eye.
For tis but with wit and clever words
That the intelligence of men is heard!
He comes to me, foul stinking wretch
To curry my favor with honeyed breath.
"Pardon me lady," he doth intone
"Wouldst thou wish to ride my bone?"
Tis these encounters with peasants thick
That turns my stomach and makes me sick.
"Tis wit, tis wit!" I explain so proud
And set my gaze upon distant clouds.
If only they could join me here
In favored winds and skies so clear
You can see to far and distant lands
Free of grubby, clawing hands.
Alas it remains that they cannot
In muck and mire their wit is caught.
Live there down below the gods
Cowering, quivering, sniveling clods.
Rochester is and Rochester be
Forever above that roiling sea.
But hark! They gaze upon my light
And dream, yes dream, someday of flight!
In banter found displeasing to my eye.
For tis but with wit and clever words
That the intelligence of men is heard!
He comes to me, foul stinking wretch
To curry my favor with honeyed breath.
"Pardon me lady," he doth intone
"Wouldst thou wish to ride my bone?"
Tis these encounters with peasants thick
That turns my stomach and makes me sick.
"Tis wit, tis wit!" I explain so proud
And set my gaze upon distant clouds.
If only they could join me here
In favored winds and skies so clear
You can see to far and distant lands
Free of grubby, clawing hands.
Alas it remains that they cannot
In muck and mire their wit is caught.
Live there down below the gods
Cowering, quivering, sniveling clods.
Rochester is and Rochester be
Forever above that roiling sea.
But hark! They gaze upon my light
And dream, yes dream, someday of flight!