The Boss's Choice - Poem by Ambrose Bierce
Listen to his wild romances:
He advances foolish fancies,
Each expounded as his 'view'
In his brain's opacous clot, ah
He has got a maggot! What a
Man with 'views' to overwhelm us!
Hear his demagogic clamor
Hear him stammer in his grammar!
Teaching, he will learn to spell
Slave who paid the price demanded
With two-handed iron branded
By the boss-pray cease to dose us,
Gulielmus L. Jocosus.
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