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Attend mine enemies of all degrees	A
From sandlot orators and sandlot fleas	A
To fallen gentlemen and rising louts	B
Who babble slander at your drinking bouts	B
And filled with unfamiliar wine begin	C
Lies drowned ere born in more congenial gin	C
But most attend ye persons of the press	D
Who live though why yourselves alone can guess	D
In hope deferred ambitious still to shine	E
By hating me at half a cent a line	E
Like drones among the bees of brighter wing	F
Sunless to shine and impotent to sting	F
To estimate in easy verse I'll try	G
The controversial value of a lie	G
So lend your ears God knows you have enough	H
I mean to teach and if I can't I'll cuff	H
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A lie is wicked so the priests declare	I
But that to us is neither here nor there	I
'Tis worse than wicked it is vulgar too	J
N'importe with that we've nothing here to do	J
If 'twere artistic I would lie till death	K
And shape a falsehood with my latest breath	K
Parrhasius never more did pity lack	L
The while his model writhed upon the rack	L
Than I for my collaborator's pain	M
Who stabbed with fibs again and yet again	N
Would vainly seek to move my stubborn heart	O
If slander were and wit were not an art	O
The ill bred and illiterate can lie	G
As fast as you and faster far than I	G
Shall I compete then in a strife accurst	O
Where Allen Forman is an easy first	O
And where the second prize is rightly flung	P
To Charley Shortridge or to Mike de Young	P
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In mental combat but a single end	O
Inspires the formidable to contend	O
Not by the raw recruit's ambition fired	O
By whom foul blows though harmless are admired	O
Not by the coward's zeal who on his knee	Q
Behind the bole of his protecting tree	Q
So curves his musket that the bark it fits	R
And firing blows the weapon into bits	R
But with the noble aim of one whose heart	O
Values his foeman for he loves his art	O
The veteran debater moves afield	O
Untaught to libel as untaught to yield	O
Dear foeman mine I've but this end in view	J
That to prevent which most you wish to do	J
What then are you most eager to be at	O
To hate me Nay I'll help you sir at that	O
This only passion does your soul inspire	S
You wish to scorn me Well you shall admire	S
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'Tis not enough my neighbors that you school	T
In the belief that I'm a rogue or fool	T
That small advantage you would gladly trade	O
For what one moment would yourself persuade	O
Write then your largest and your longest lie	G
You sha'n't believe it howsoe'er you try	G
No falsehood you can tell no evil do	J
Shall turn me from the truth to injure you	J
So all your war is barren of effect	O
I find my victory in your respect	O
What profit have you if the world you set	O
Against me For the world will soon forget	O
It thought me this or that but I'll retain	M
A vivid picture of your moral stain	M
And cherish till my memory expire	S
The sweet soft consciousness that you're a liar	U
Is it your triumph then to prove that you	J
Will do the thing that I would scorn to do	J
God grant that I forever be exempt	O
From such advantage as my foe's contempt	O

Ambrose Bierce

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