Mad

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Mad

O ye who push and fight

To hear a wanton sing⁠—

Who utter the delight

That has the bogus ring⁠—

O men mature in years,

In understanding young,

The membranes of whose ears

She tickles with her tongue⁠—

O wives and daughters sweet,

Who call it love of art

To kiss a woman’s feet

That crush a woman’s heart⁠—

O prudent dams and sires,

Your docile young who bring

To see how man admires

A sinner if she sing⁠—

O husbands who impart

To each assenting spouse

The lesson that shall start

The buds upon your brows⁠—

All whose applauding hands

Assist to rear the fame

That throws o’er all the lands

The shadow of its shame⁠—

Go drag her car!⁠—the mud

Through which its axle rolls

Is partly human blood

And partly human souls.

Mad, mad!⁠—your senses whirl

Like devils dancing free,

Because a strolling girl

Can hold the note high C.

For this the avenging rod

Of Heaven ye dare defy,

And tear the law that God

Thundered from Sinai!