An edition of 1702 in which David, in Psalm 19:161, complains that "printers have persecuted me without cause" (instead of "princes") Who sits the type? Proofs these profs? Chooses @3well-dead@1 from @3well-read@1? Whoever they our their libel to liable. All the snooze that's prit to fint. Put to front. Pritty fun, pretty font, enough to fool the psalmist with. A palmist width? But whose got there goad if God's gott they're goat? Go get your Guttenbergs while the getting's food. Front page noose: laddies and gendermen, mean and omen of the press, N.B: @3not well@1! I half been persaquitted by punsters without gauze! The humors of Tobit's obit are gratingly exonerated (the @3wake@1 Was @3fake@1). @3killed@1 -- or was it @3willed@1? -I can't tell witch- by men I don't know form Madam. Why me, for trying out loud? For heaven's snake!? Copyright © Kevin McFadden | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WAY OF THE CONVENTICLE OF THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH I'VE NOTHING TO OFFER by DAVID IGNATOW MERELY STATEMENT by AMY LOWELL THE MIDDLETON PLACE by AMY LOWELL SURFACES AND MASKS; 3 by CLARENCE MAJOR THE SLAVE TRADE: VIEW FROM THE MIDDLE PASSAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR |