A Blacklist

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A Blacklist

“Resolved that we will post,” the tradesmen say,

“All names of debtors who do never pay.”

“Whose shall be first?” inquires the ready scribe⁠—

“Who are the chiefs of the marauding tribe?”

Lo! high Parnassus, lifting from the plain,

Upon his hoary peak, a noble fane!

Within that temple all the names are scrolled

Of village bards, upon a slab of gold;

To that bad eminence, my friend, aspire,

And copy thou the Roll of Fame, entire.

Yet not to total shame those names devote,

But add in mercy this explaining note:

“These cheat because the law makes theft a crime,

And they obey all laws but laws of rhyme.”