THE PALACE OF HUMBUG
A Poem By Lewis Carroll
(Revised By WilliamBanzai7)
I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls,
And each damp thing that creeps and crawls
Went wobble-wobble on the walls.
Faint odours of Fed Speak cheese,
Blown on the dank, unwholesome breeze,
Awoke the never ending sneeze.
Strange pictures decked the arras drear,
Strange characters of greed and fear,
The humbugs of the economic sphere.
One showed a vain and noisy prig,
That shouted empty words and big
At him that nodded like a pig.
And one, a dotard grim and gray,
Who wasteth childhood's happy day
In work more profitless than play.
Whose icy breast no pity warms,
Whose Main Street victims sit in swarms,
And slowly sob on lower forms.
And one, a green thyme-honoured Bank,
Where swindling flowers are growing wild and rank,
Like weeds that fringe a poisoned tank.
All birds of evil omen there
Flood with paper Notes the tainted air,
The witless wanderer to snare.
The fatal Notes neglected fall,
No creature heeds the treacherous pall,
For all those regal pigs the gallows call...
Evil Goldman Skull by Artistarchan (Things that creep and crawl and go wobble-wobble...)
Article Circa April 2010 (Greater Fools Theory in Action)
