I have cut and thrust with gusto, locked horns with tooth and nail
With might and main I've held my own, outlasted chain and mail
I've taken chance with listed lance,
Crossed swords with tilt-yard blade:
A Cautionary Tale for High School Chemisty Classes
I step into the world
Where Hope's a tattered shroud;
Dread an iron band.
And, innocent, put neither on.