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NERVES Yesterday I went to a place Where people die of hunger; Inspecting tomb-like rooms I slipped on an unpredicted stair! * It must have been a miracle, surely it was, That I clutched at a rotten plank (In it a nail as in the arms of a cross ! ...) I escaped with my life ! * But carried away only half my heart. Of mirth ? Barely a trace ! I bypassed the crowd like a cattle mart, I was sick of the world... * Today I must call on the Baroness Who, sitting on a satin couch, Entertains with largesse But tell her what ? Mirrors will crack, Candelabra shudder at the realism And painted parrots From beak to beak cry "Socialism !" Along the length of the ceiling. * So : I will take a seat Hat in hand, then put it down, And when the party's done, Go home, a silent hypocrite. |